If this is pornography then entitlement to run this emotionally, artistically and intellectually rich cyberspace becomes questionable. The poem is the masterpiece that artfully describes silences, comment on the stillness and silence that permeates that space between the mother and child. It’s the commentary on how David’s sculpture in stone is malleable. If this is pornography then all the ‘turkey’ that abounds at PH is lewd. Its the poem about bodies that are yet to formed in flesh whose grand design exists only in the grandeur of thoughts.
This visit is to pay tribute to the tomb of masterpiece ‘A Succinct Symmetrical Sex Story’. It’s not a poem but Michelangelo’s explanation as to how a fabric cast in stone can exude warmth and tenderness. It’s a narration of how the moment long space between lovers becomes a monument.
A single Tear Drop- Ovular formed, Dangling on the tips, Of a fluttering eyelash. Suspended for a moment, 'Til impulse incepts; 'Twas a mere, subtle blink... Yet, the Tear Drop falls; And it travels so fast,