Jai Art

 

How would I create you,
if the touch of life lay hidden in my topographic hand?
Not through words,
the knife edge corners
of practiced syllables could not express
the toothsome swell of your hips,
such fine baby hair,
in a ray of indecent sunlight
that becomes a field of spun straw,
Rumpelstiltskins meadow
across your navel.

Nor paint,
with it's mix and match approximations,
no color
called kiss,
where your lips cling on tendrils of wet flesh,
ever so lightly, as though
our bodies fight against separation.
No hue that captures
the stillness
of you tracing a finger across my lips.
the world comes screaming in
to that pinpoint contact.
and waits for your next move
before it resumes its rotation.

I would sculpt you in marble,
cool and seemingly impervious
to time and age,
a body to be admired and studied,
regal and initiating worship,
foreheads to pavement
five times a day.

The kingdom, power and glory
rest in your ability to love,
and we the profane wishing to believe
accept any blessing or curse
you would bestow,
and dance it to death
in meager cathedrals.

But I would fill the statue
with a million tears,
and
like you,
hope no one broke the shell.

 

Reviews

[thecoolone52]

ehy you won the contest... and you deffly deserved it.... nice write i enjoyed it!!

[Kelly Rainwater]

"no color called kiss" is a wonderful line. But S4 is perfection. It reminds me quite a bit of my "Montserrat", only yours is the antithesis. There are a few places I might change/add punctuation and a capital letter, however, I'm not sure if your choices/omisisons were purposeful or not.

All in all, this is a very evocative, very sensual, very spiritual piece and exceedingly well-done.

[Angel Bird]

This is a work coming out of a genuis's pen!

Fabulous write!

[Jaffa Forbes]

This is really a very good poem; and I mean that. It makes a change from a lot of the stuff I read, it's interesting and original with carefully constructed but powerful imagery and it gives a shape to what you are trying to create. I don't understand the title, but apart from that it's a very good poem.
jaff