without your left breast
at the center
red armchair bare,
her form and volume
shaped out of non conformity,
yet erotic
in stony contours
sculpture out of place
i could make love to you,
armchair you are on your
own now,
that room
Pablo will not touch
or pick at cracking
eggshell blue walls,
vented upon canvas
room silent
in here lost,
blank windows with a view
that now lacks a coherence,
all for you
awaiting more buttocks
to compress your springs
reshape and accentuate
to a worn nothing
also thought of Pablo Picasso woman in a red armchair
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nicely done and thanks for sharing your words
I think you definitely have opened up another chamber of the pharaos tomb , previously undiscovered , none of pablo p ‘s initials any where . Great stuff
You create beautiful imagery with words. I love the last lines “awaiting more buttocks to compress your springs/ reshape and accentuate/ and bring pleasure/to a warm nothing.” Nice piece.
Thank you i am glad you enjoyed and all the best
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Bella, bella!
I like that Picasso painting and your poem! You’ve made me want to see it again.