The first art
Was not art,
Rather, a color line shot through the dark,
No more expression
Than a plea for explanation.
The grandest monuments
And greatest terrible wars
Were all done for the sake
Of a loving God,
For a ready answer,
An easy mistake.
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The featured image accompanying this poem, entitled ‘Check Mate’, have been used with the permission of artist Patricio Betteo.
I thought of someone else while I kissed my boyfriend. “I did that once,” I said. “Oh no you didn’t.” said Heather. She’s the girl
“Let’s be in love for just tonight,” you said, When I had better things to do in red High heels. Encircling your big bad bed
I can feel the evening sun, warm on my face, but the chill of the wind coaxes me to pull my coat tighter around me.
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