In this compressed artistry of moment
I receive spalls of fire off your skin
condescending slant of your head
gurgle stories of the forced confession
of yester night….. of serfdom to your flesh
In this Picasso I am just a curved enfeebled line
And you… its canvass, its colour its theme
The latent lurking dream
Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/enslaved-7/
