Illumination

 

he watches the glow

and shadow of night

progress by degree

over the pale green

walls that protect

him from the cold

an insomniac

in the land of

midnight sun

 

he reads the Bible

without religion

and lies naked

on the floor in

the embrace of

a fractured angel

listening to her

whisper the poetry

of a wandering heart

 

he mends her wings

with printed pages

glue and string

illuminates her forehead

in cinnabar letters

feeds her communion

wafers from his lips

between kisses of

mortal sin

 

he weeps over the scarred

flesh of her palms

tracing the map of

her past with his finger

a pilgrimage of pleasure

leading him through nave

to sanctuary, through vault

to the inner room

to holy abandon

 

Special thanks to

my editor

Jan Kellgren

Original Poetry

Here is a small sampling of my poems.  Like my art, I make no excuses or apologies for what I create - it is what it is - and I write because I must.  The poems on this page, and others, will be available in chapbook form by Summer 2009.  Copies of the chapbook will be available for sale at that time.  Until then, please read my work with an open mind/heart.  Comments are - as always - sincerely welcomed.

Namaste, Liz

Scarlet Letter

 

angels from grace

cast lots at my feet

coveting the warm

fabric of his words

 

confessions in blue

Judas kiss the pages

pierce the flesh

and nail me, arms open

to wooden desire

 

passion’s body removed

from the tomb, bright

yellow tape torn

asunder

 

Caution: Thou shalt not ...

 

Woman a la Mode

 

Her mountain stance on

vaulting column legs, capped

by pliable velvet thighs,

invite you to explore

the depths of their dense

jungle summit, it’s mossy

caverns of honey nectar,

or caress the full love

mattress of her stomach,

suckle the sweet fleshy

ripe melon breasts

 

Sizable goddess, her cannon

laughter bowls you over

beware the seduction

of her vast red lips

she may just eat

you alive.