Excerpts From The Incessant Ramblings Of Those Voices In My Head I Give You...

Italian Hand Job

Your adroit fingers

Seeking freedom

In a quiver

Of cold air

Heated surface

Illuminates

A form

Of worship

A long awaited union

Of an empty sheet

An artist

The pain is perfect

Take your broadest brush

Cover such nakedness

With hues

Of copper dream colour

Warmth dribbles

Dip your brush

Quick twists, slow turns

Want flows

Form linear traces

Define curves

Need to soak

Drenched in pleasurable mutuality

Lick your thoughts

Form saffron curlicue

In secret places

Cerise helix

Around darkened corners

Slivery tip created heated contours

Slide under

Leave manic colours

Swirling abstracts

Each thought and movement one

Rhythmic drips

Down on your canvas

Glide it over

The rough surface

Driven by

Pulsing fiery shades

Dribble your paint

Sienna

Azure

Indigo

Shadows

Of

Grey

Draw

Your

Passion

Your words

A

Collage.