canvas sits for the giver of life::
By EvolovE
canvas sits for the giver of life:: the giver of life Flair of woman with horns of hair Canvas is empty and so alone she appears every time birds howl and the giver makes the canvas fill Red and against the wall he waits for the brushes she makes against his face White with traction he sits with her water and bleeds with gentle fur the giver runs across the street and we watch him wait so discreet statue like in the rain with no movement even in Pain no breath without her consent forgotten into this Accident mirage of her sits in the corner waiting with him for someone to mourn her canvas abandoned empty twitches soon to be met with loving stitches sew him up doll of life one with the horns cut of blackend knife ::he smiled when i said you make art together::for the couple i watch when no one else will see them:: oXXXo Written March 7th, 2002 © on Mar 06 2002 04:09 PM PST 0 • 8
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"canvas sits for the giver of life::..."