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Poetry & Art of the Intelligently Erotic
Issue 3.5
| Kileen Gilroy - The Painter |
The Painter
i.
When he leaves me to go paint the church
Down the street from his house,
I imagine how his hands might look,
Gripping the wooden brush
Dipping inside me like a jar of white paint,
Spreading in the motion of the sun.
ii.
The roads between us grow deeper
Where trees wrap around each other,
Butterflies burst from the hollows
As something blooms inside me,
Like birds breaking free
iii.
A year ago things were different
When you didn't hold back.
I imagine gazing at the steeple,
How i might visit your church this summer to see
The sunlit caked panels
Already cracking and chipping
Away toward nothing.
i.
When he leaves me to go paint the church
Down the street from his house,
I imagine how his hands might look,
Gripping the wooden brush
Dipping inside me like a jar of white paint,
Spreading in the motion of the sun.
ii.
The roads between us grow deeper
Where trees wrap around each other,
Butterflies burst from the hollows
As something blooms inside me,
Like birds breaking free
iii.
A year ago things were different
When you didn't hold back.
I imagine gazing at the steeple,
How i might visit your church this summer to see
The sunlit caked panels
Already cracking and chipping
Away toward nothing.
Table of Contents
Poems
Kileen Gilroy - You Don't
Know What Love Is, Peaking,
The Wrong Time, The Painter
Maurice Oliver - Her Garden
Has No Gender, Mentally in
Tahiti
Phil Slattery - An Unfamiliar
Sensuality
Poems
Kileen Gilroy - You Don't
Know What Love Is, Peaking,
The Wrong Time, The Painter
Maurice Oliver - Her Garden
Has No Gender, Mentally in
Tahiti
Phil Slattery - An Unfamiliar
Sensuality