It's a sweet omen of combat
this spreading through the intact haze
of cold dawn that pacts with your sapwood
because the enjoyment unleashes its impetus.


This linen sapwood, and it's matte
paleness that retracts in your belly
in one place no more, with that exact
blue blackness that would rise to combat.


I long your arm in its dilated extension
the voluptuous and restless wait;
but at last the mist falls from your robe,


when before the passion that watches over them,
of seaweed and go out to the pirate kiss,
the gulfs of your armpit slowly open.

Original Created: 2021

Subjects: Men

Materials: Canvas

Styles: Expressionism, Figurative, Fine Art, Realism

Mediums: Oil