Performance Art

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You ask me what I want?

I want to paint in shades of pinks to red,
blues to purple running black
all hued with caring and need.

I ascend to depths of extreme,
within sirens of pierced images
of silver through flesh.
To collar your beauty
and sketch your willfulness
into submissive pose.

My first thought was to taste you,
when you cut your finger,
but as I watched the red drop bloom
scarcely parted skin
I applauded your performance art.

I don't want to hurt you,
but I long to hear you scream
with a darker voice.
Perfect the practice of cubism
with temporary tattoos of line and oval,
crop and hand print.

My mark on your body,
as art on canvas.
You asked me what I want?

I want to paint.

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WickedEveWickedEveabout 15 years ago
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I like the use of color. I often write color into my poetry. I also like the confession of wanting to taste when she cuts her finger. Interesting things going on here. I feel like it could be pruned back a bit, though.

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