I
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