Painting
Smiling little creek stitched
in the orange colored soil
soft laughter spread on her lips
provocative upright breast
forever sweet, forever
exposed to the elements
beauty bitten by time
smiling little creek stitched
in the orange colored soil
her pelvis spread on the canvas,
lips desiring and lustful
glued on the ache of voyage
downward to the flesh of now
and the great father
the primeval source
where two legs join and
the meaning vanishes, where
nature commands
like the painter who stands
before it and staring at the painting
says in haste —
next time I’ll paint
the Hermaphrodite
Manolis 