That still silence
Like everything has been dead,
But the real life still thriving,
That sterile scent,
That chilled air,
That dimming light
Shining right- right
On them...
Oh, you are all so beautiful, so beautiful,
And I eat you up like red meat,
Swallow you down like red wine,
I consume you more and more because I can't get enough,
I'm insatiable.
I taste that hot, coppery light on the tip of my tongue,
Adele, The Kiss, Medicine...
Like heat, joy, tangible joy like metal in my mouth, but I swallow it,
And there it is some more, some hazy, intoxicating impressionism
With that feeling of decadence, like icing on a wedding cake,
And there they go, the Water Lilies,
Still I swallow and swallow some more,
REMBRANDT, your pallet be ******,
Dark liquor, washing away the empty eyes of the sad, real people you make,
But I consume and I consume, because
I want to feel the colors run down my throat,
I want to feel the burn like whiskey,
I want to taste and taste and taste,
I want to taste the culture,
I want to taste the talent,
I want to know the hands that made them,
I want to feel the strokes the way they felt them,
I want to feel those oils rubbing between my hands,
I want to spend hours staring, making, drinking it in,
And I want to sit and stare and stare and stare and drink and drink and drink
In my wicker chair I want to stay
In an empty room
Just with you
Just tasting how you look,
Inhaling how you feel,
In an empty room
Just you and me
Bouguereau,
Just you and me.
