6.18.2023 - Indescribable in Oil on Canvas

6.18.2023
Indescribable in Oil on Canvas

Like the turbulent beauty of a Van Gogh sky, I rejoice in the tilt of my reflection.
I swim in cool fern-laced pools reminiscent of Monet,
With the dark underside of water lilies pressed to my damp eyelids.
Hiding my darkness in the soft verdant riot,
Of the play of light in El Grecos Toledo,
Or the persistent cacophony of a Rococo landscape.
Lush and ripe top full of the sensual,
Bathing near naked in the golden sun of the lawns of Paris,
Or reclining in the maudlin peace of a Roman catacomb.
Draped in stygian velveteen worn as a mantel,
My cloak of all the colors drinking in the light,
Striding through the frame like a black-hued Goya.
I will never stand still cheek resting in a soft gloved hand,
Artfully luminous eyes shimmering with crushed beetle burnishing.
I am not that effortlessly light.
I am a heavy damask brocade.
A comfort, a weight, a delight, and a dirge.
Endlessly spiraling into a night sky that could never be,
And that was the truest reflection of beauty I would ever know.
Into the ages layered under the lacquer,
My Phoenix feathers are smoldering,
Burning my eyes to blue gas flames.
A vision of Dutch painters,
A lover of Italian leather,
And a fallen angel of common clay.
I am as I ever was,
Inscrutable.