Artisan Moon

by

Doug Larson

If I were a painter
I would paint
the canvas of you naked
with sable soft brushes
colors and flavors
from my palette of sweets
soft marshmallow clouds
beneath your swelling peaks
capped with sweet whipped cream
and bright yellow lemon drops
verdant green buttercream
lining the valley in between
a river of blueberry syrup
lusciously meandering
to fill a navel lake
fields of lemon wheat
swaying lightly in your sun
with liquid citrus rainbows
beneath a licorice syrup nighttime sky
and stars of edible silver
holding hands
with a scooter pie moon
I would ravish you
with Cezanne flowers
Degas dancers
Monet lilies
and go wild
like Pollack
Silver Over Black
on your naked back
O’Keefe’s Oak Leaves
to hold your hips
Gaugin’s Matamoe
caressing your lips
and then
fingerpaint like a child
innocent and bright with wonder
until you release
and sweetly sigh.

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