Unavailable Unique Visual Poems from the late 1990's
A bed of moss A wilderness of desire just entered, exuding a welcoming smell, the perfume of Nature's boudoir laced with human sweat. Cupid's soft, mossy bed, embroidered green and gold, sweet, woodsy velvet, fringed with moist meadow lace, finely webbed leaves, luring maple sugar from a tree. Each blade of grass softly licking every bloom, tendrils of ripening vines dripping a bee's honey. Seductive clouds of summer heat embrace this budding refuge. Lying down here interlocked growing together, We grow thick. |
oil, collage on photo, 20" x 28" 1998, collection of Erika
JAMES W JOHNSON