Distortion Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Life's look of distortion is never simple
Naked it comes in its lines and face
Minimal transparent in anyplace
Through every its emotion and path wimple
The daughters of sea and the sons of air
Both woven in subterranean of one
Curves to another like subtle waves there
Round the colored surfaces smoothly done

His mouth with rosy lips for loving more
Her eyes of unreachable dreams and longing
To make beyond life's reality to explore
His tongue of pure love never in wronging
Together they drift in fantasy and heart
When the painter's brush makes them its art