Infant woman

12

Fade in:

After a decade of checkered school uniforms;

at the end of the line of secrets whispered during reading time;

when running and screaming takes on different meanings

Cut to:

The curtains parting at high noon,

The spotlight falling on ye fresh buds,

Planters forcing the petals to spread,

Zoom in:

On oozing premature nectar,

Pumped for every drop,

Plucked of every petal for he loves me

He loves me not. 

Transplanted to the orchard of the ripe and juicy

Daily inspections, nightly harvest.

Now:

Under the stickiness of the evening, still warm

from the day’s brazen sun.

Between wrinkled linen sheets.

Behind metal barred windows.

You might see one

Falling victim

Falling prey

Falling madly in love

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Beautifully evocative painted images in this alluring portrait of love. Thank you for sharing your art in words with us.

[M Mayers]

Thank you so much. I really appreciate the feedback. Although this piece isn't necessarily about love it's good to see other interpretations of it