Painting by CrzyCowgal046

I’m a little late for Monday Mural, but the image was so inspiring…that I wrote this poem for it. Enjoy.

-Nicole

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I would caress
her soft, painted back now
but I would ruin the art
before my hungry eyes

she posed for me
against stucco bearing
midnight blue and rojo
village scenes

her back
aching for a voice
so I gave her six strings
to sing about

anything

so she sang about love
she sang about wearing
white flowers in her hair
at the tip-top of midnight

and posing bare backed
for a brand new stranger

who finds that the swanlike curves
of a woman’s neck
can wear a painted fretboard
like nobody’s business

and mi corazon
is about to explode

but I don’t mind dying
in the cool shadows of this
midnight

as long as she
is the last thing my tired
eyes see

and the last thing
my brushes and pigments
sing about in loud, livid color

Written 9/9/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

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