Rosy cheekbones meet his gaze with pride.
In a silence film noir,
The statute poses for the artist.
Brush strokes upon brush strokes,
The eye bruises his nakedness.
Sharpens intensity into razor blade energy.
A coherent metamorphosis of
Lines, forms and colored vibrations.
The wind captures the madness in loose trousers
To transform it into a mannequin.
His lips hunger no more for tomorrow’s dawn.
Be still angles of waltz,
The audience applauds to end.
A Pink Rose of Wisdom and Music Shots Now.