beautiful Cyrano

it is easy to imagine
you hiding down below
beneath balcony shadows
in the dark velvet grass
like Cyrano
confessing his love
hiding his sin
concealing his flesh
his wracked passion floating up
to Roxane’s heaving bosom
ripe to receive
the soft erotic words
the raging love
the chiseled form
but she doesn’t desire
the beautiful man
whose imperfections bind his soul
whose fear knots the chords of his heart
anon
the goddess embraces clarity
but it is too late
the beautiful man can no longer speak
his desperate lips have been forever silenced
had he not feared the light
he would have been dazzled

Gethsemane/acrylic

Gethsemane/acrylic

another painting from yesteryear

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inner

She waits like a little girl
in her woman’s body
Her skittish fingers keep checking
disappointed
there’s nothing more
not now
not yet
maybe tomorrow
yes, maybe tomorrow
she tells herself
twirling her long hair into
invisible pigtails
the way he used to
when he said he loved her
when he stripped her bare
of self-doubt
she checks one more time
only eleven
deep in her chest she knows
he’ll miss midnight too
maybe someday
on another midnight
she’ll reach
and he’ll be there
when he chooses
to forget the inner boy
and behave like the man
the woman and girl
need him to be

Homage Picasso/charcoal

Homage Picasso/charcoal

Charcoal/Pastel done back, back, back, way back…