On Nicolas de Staël’s ‘Composition, Undated’

I want to touch yr paint so bad
I want to run my fingers thru yr paint
I want it on my lips
I want my lips the colour of yr paint

I don’t want reverence
I want passion
Wrap me in yr canvas
Put yr paint all over me

Now I think I know how the French woman felt
Who kissed the Cy Twombly a few years ago
This is not a desire for transgression
But paint, and love of paint, and love, and paint

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s