A very close friend of mine and a writer – Peter Virant from California wrote this beautiful poem.
I am honored he chose me to paint the art work that goes along with his words.
Not all of your creation,
but some
specifically one.
That’s where my interest lies
and hopes to lay.
Lay while she lies,
Lie between her two
love,
lovely,
lovingly
lays.
This, my mouth,
it ceaselessly prays.
Today,
this evening,
tonight,
into tomorrow,
I hope to eat
all of your ecstatic sorrow.
Sorrow that it ends,
sorrow that time stops,
sorrow that I stop and
sorrow that you die
when I’m done.
For this is one day,
night,
week long year
I and you
and us
Never want to end.
Dying 1,000 deaths isn’t nearly enough,
to quench
or drench
or wrestle
or wrench
you from my grasp,
my gaping,
next to your shaping,
not letting you escaping,
until those 1,000 deaths
have seen 1,000
plenty,
many,
more.
Any number less than that,
finite,
less than infinite,
is not enough to satisfy
my unquenchable,
undrenchable
desire for your earth
and earthen,
mother of all Mary’s,
until Mary is completely die,
completely dead,
completely buried.
X,
ecstasy
and ecstatically
only you
and only me
seething,
soothing,
effortlessly oozing,
I lap into your lap
melt into our together morning.
Lying no long,
laying no longer,
10,000 deaths
and yet
that much stronger.
AS
*For more of Peter’s work, please visit his website: https://pvirant.wordpress.com/