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The Online Gallery Of anna-marie lopez de leon
SIRENAS - 2005 acrylic on canvas 30" x 40" NFS
| Starlight I've been told in my heart I'm faithless I've been told I should just live the darkness pluck people from clubs and bars paint them with red paint in lue of passion But what I've been told is a lie my heart echos in the sway of night trees my bare feet on tile cooling yes I have run yes I have betrayed but like the moon rising differently setting in the same corner of the universe I have inside me the map that found love and stayed there touching nothing else seeing only the stars too high to reach but you and I no need to ever say goodbye. |
TWO WOMEN-2006 acrylic on canvas 40"x 30"
| Rags I have pieced myself together out of odds and ends I don't know where I start how to finish or begin These days are empty like sea without salt and I am sinking heavily not wishing I could float. |
SIRENE-2005 acrylic on canvas 36x24 SOLD
poet C. Daquin
| Coins for a Funeral He is a new zephyr breathing fire upon lilies until they melt waxed by a violence for fast paced consideration falling as pearls back to the seabed invisible now, as once I was strewn in your arms for slaughter a silver piece in my mouth hard to the bite, sucking on metal worth less than me, more than life blooming on the cusp of circular bonfires lighting the skies with savage memory your hands pulling me under the water where static weeds grow lithe fingers entering me in green vision I let go of the borders and they blurred like glasses crushed into diamonds where the moon winks heavily at transgression and joins the circles that compound begotten earth where did you bury my heart? which tree holds my blood? do the leaves that unfurl like dancers know the name of silence's child as well? silence that hangs in unisen painted stiff and yoked her dress a bloody reminder of all things spilt all things best remedied beneath your buried attempt. |
| Stardust This life of bruised elbows jostling for attention and fame faded on a plate of runny aspiration is desert water mirage for all but ourselves, rid of vanity and the coil of delusion instead loving darkness like a mother loves her son close to her breast wet from his suckle and births her ideas from stretched vaginal maw crying for eternal love like a lamb in darkness her grasp is greed her fingers cold like your strangled attempt to be free of her away from your blood shoving its tongue inside your mind as snakes writhe together on a hot day in a shimmering place you will never find except by following stars as they rise, burst and fall. |
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