Monday, March 28, 2011


the brush down her cheek
after they kissed
blended her impressions
with his Monet fingers

fragments snapped
fractures through her brain
when he divided her dress
with Picasso palms

her surreal liquidities
where his Dali lips
dared to taste

and he cut
a Van Gogh heart
that her astonished voice
would not reclaim

(Photo from the Philadelphia Museum of Art)


Nevine said...

This is simply lovely. The words. The image. And the image evoked by the words.


Lee said...

Simply :)

Bianchii said...

I started to write blog in English.
I will write about everything, will be a lot of pictures, reviews of books, films, songs etc.
So it would be nice if you visit my blog sometimes :)
(Sorry for mistakes, I'm still learning English)
(you can follow me)

jason evans said...

Nevine, many thanks!

Lee, that says it all. :)

Bianchii, if this isn't spam, then best of luck!

PixieDust said...

I love the imagery...