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Welcome to the Seattle Arts Ecology, Spring 2008. Please make use of this space to track course activities and assignments, share observations, ask questions, post photos from field trips, plug upcoming shows . . . you name it.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Bleu de Maîtresse

What do you see when you look at me?
When you gaze into my eyes?
Can you?
Am I imploring you to take me with you
Or do I seem lost?
Or maybe
I am pleading you to leave me
To walk far away
Where my nimble feet won’t tread
Away from the darkness and the ice
That drapes my shoulders
And weighs upon my eyelids
Sliding down
Down
Heavy

I am a porcelain goddess
Cold and smooth to the touch
My cheeks lightly frosted in pale pink
My lips
They draw you in
Shaped like a temptresses heart
Deep Red
Rose Red
The only thing that calls to men
In my peacock blue isolation

I am
The epitome of a woman’s beauty
I am
Masculinity at it’s softest
Blurred at the edges
Like smeared charcoal
Strong
Slender cheekbones
I am
I am

Dance your eyes upon me
And you will see the shadows
Under my eyes
The weariness
Of my stance
Again
You look at me
And I appear ready to bear
Your awful promise of Love

I laugh the sound of waterfalls
Sing me a song
As I walk down to the waters
Forget your promises
I will return to the liquid that bore me
And only my lips will remain
Vivid rose petals
Floating upon an ocean of the very
Deepest
Blues

It is foolish to build your dreams
Upon waters such as these

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