Sometimes, in dreams, I find myself
shaped like Modigliani's lewd portraits
of nude women who, with no sense of sin, offer
their fine, sunny colored
rounded thighs and breasts.
*
My dreams never fade,
I will never leave them
like some people do with old paintings
dumped in a far, dark corner
because they can't see
how precious they are,
and they value them mostly
by the frame.
*
In the morning I will lean my head
on my left shoulder to avoid the light
coming between the curtains,
maybe I will forget to cover
my yawning mouth and you will see
my back teeth’s white fillings
before I call your name.
*
Come, breathe with me the scent
and the warmth of a new morning’s
sepia light.
Put your palm on my chest,
paint me with the rest of the spilled colors
and feel how the sun rises again.
Author notes
Seated Nude, Ca. 1917 by Amedeo Modigliani
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Comments
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Dreams are wonderful and each one of a work of art created by a master artist, perhaps we forget this at times
I really like the your poem it seems to dip into the artest ink well till finally in light and colour your work is completed.
Cherry
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absolutely beautiful - i love the way you've lit your poem here Sonja, truly natural & filled with such sensual warmth and tone.
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This is such a tender and lovely penning, Sonja. You chose your artwork well to enhance this wonderful piece. I especially liked your two ending stanzas, although all four qualify as masterful writing, my Friend. Thank you for entering my contest, Sweetie. Good luck.
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