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The first rule of art

You know

Is that everything is sexual

He says as he blithely strolls through the gallery

I look up to be met by the welcomely intrusive

Lens of a camera

 

             Click

 

Funny how even when

Surrounded by sculpture

I am its choice of subject

 

The first rule of art

You know

Is that everything is sexual

 

I ponder as we slip into bed

Languid shadows of writhing bodies

Hungry mouths and

Reaching hands

Paint the chaste yellow walls

 

I wish I could take a picture

Of you with my mind

He says

 

             Click

 

Fingers fervently drag down my spine

As chirps of unsuspecting birds seep in

Through an open window

 

The first rule of art

You know

Is that everything is sexual

 

Somewhere between Helena and Three Forks, 2016

 

 

 

"Rash"

"Rash"

Swamp Ritual- "Sunchaser"

Swamp Ritual- "Sunchaser"

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