Théâtre de l’Oeuvre
An erotic poem
Waves of deep ruby red and muddied pink
undulate like a rich velvet nap
within the folds of stage curtains.
Surrounded by the plushest of cushions
trimmed in eyelash fringe
found only in the VIP lounge.
Hidden within the softest and palest of pinks,
glistening with the flow of luscious viscosity,
begging to be caressed.
You have a front row seat
in an audience of one,
or many
if that is what you fancy.
I see you tightly grip
the arms of your seat
as the curtains are pulled back.
And, you watch
with intensity
as my fingers work the show.
Dancing, twirling, tapping
and diving deep.
My back arches,
you lick your lips
as if you were of dying thirst
while squirming in your chair.
The muscular band tightens up
its vibrating sound
as I bring it home.
The choir sings hallelujah
upon hearing the shattering endnote.
Accolades mouthed under your breath
as my gratitude lovingly pours
waiting for you to drink.
The show is not over,
it is only intermission,
there are more acts to come
in this spectacle.
A little note on the art work I started with three overlapping circles, Borromean Rings. Where the three overlap it looks like the shape of the Yoni, which so happens represents unity, within the holy trinity. I highlighted these circles with silver dots after I finished the painting. I then over-layed the photo of the art with a photo of a peony. I wanted to add texture and more symbolism, but still keeping it soft and subtle. Flowers often look like the folds of a vagina.
By the way, I wrote the poem first and then decided I needed to paint something to go with it.
I’m fascinated with the power of three, i.e. maiden, mother, crone or the triple goddess. I am still maiden, mother, but now crone, she encompasses all three, and in that I’ve never felt so in touch with my sensuality and sexuality as I do now.
To learn more about Borromean Rings and related symbolism, click here.
