“Art is the sex of the imagination.”
George Jean Nathan (1882–1958)
The mingled motives of muses and minds;
Taut and testy, tart and ticklish.
Driven by thirst from dreamless drought;
Glimpse glory through gossamer gowns.
Invite interludes where models undress allure.
Seek the serendipity of stopping for a stone in your shoe.
Suspend agenda and aspiration with alchemy.
Surrender simultaneously to urge and pause.
Expending our utmost in service of perpetuity;
While every well-wrought peace kisses plenitude in turn.