A painting of my death
Strokes thick, luscious
In
That
Way
Only paint can be
And you will not be able to tell
Where I am going
Caught up in the infinite
Ecstasy of life
I forgot to breath
And I bled deep maroon
Sliver of ivory arm flung across
A chaise lounge
Like a swimmer drifting next
To the hull of a ship
She only holds on because she is too afraid to let go
Foreground in freefall with background
I am both subject and scenery
Watch me backfloat in sea
Too viscous to be realistic
Too profound to be anything less than truth
Painting of my unliving