A Poem Inspire by Jessica's Painting

I painted a piece for a talented creative friend and it now hangs on her wall. 40 X 60, this was the largest piece yet. The poem below, I wrote while listening to Sia's "Elastic Heart" as a way to prepare myself to paint the piece that will be attached after the painting. I was going for bold, sexy, feminine, melancholy beauty with a hint of rebellious sexuality. This poem is robust with feeling and visceral sensation but I assure you, it was meant as expression and not an indication of some hidden or alternative agenda with my dear talented fried. A caveat.

By David Vincent Cortez

It surges, surges, calm beneath the surface,

below, beneath, in the fathoms of my heart,

electric love and thunder clouds-

Reaching up and breaching out -

Horizon smooth but purges  -

This gentle rapture takes from me,

the truest self I wish to be

but pendulum   

and echoed hum     

tells me that there it be.

surging, surging, quietly yearning,

A patient man, impatient heart      

fuck you, fuck me.

Then wisps of hair and suddenly

I am who I am to me,

a man I was supposed to be,

at heart enslaved but free,

to love the night infectiously,

imprints of hands and feet,

on fogg-ed glass expressively.

Are you this way, the way I am?

With heart of fire and skin of stone?

Am I that one to sculpt you out

the way I sculpt your thighs,

and do I dream these hands are mine 

and dare to watch you rise?

We bathe ourselves alive in blue,

a wanting air caresses you,

and here exhale as I take in,

this blip in time I'm Paraffin.