Frida | ✕

the art lesson pt2

" she's beautiful."

he said as they sat on the floor
back against the wall
they stared at the painting
opposite the wall

" her confidence really
bring it out beauty."

" well her confidence is surely high
half of the paintings are basically her"
he said impressed and she nodded
" she's wonderful, a feminist
she was quoted, born a bitch, born a painter, unquoted"

he rested his shoulder against her
his legs were slightly
spread apart
while hers were bent as
she hugged them

" what did she call this one?"
he asked glancing at her
" sun and life."
she said softly as if
it was asked by a 5 years old

his hand found hers and now
they are resting in his laps
" what's the story behind it?"
he asked again, with soft strokes
of his hoarse hand

" every art has their own story."

she took a deep breath and
tried to recall the story her
mother always tell
" well when kahlo was 18,
she was in a bad accident
a bus accident"
she sunk deeper and
leaned her head against
his shoulder, legs straightened

" it caused her, her fertility so
she got a little bit obsession with
fertility
and normally my mom
would've stopped there"
she let a little laugh and
he looked at her confused

" anyway when i was old enough
i found out that the painting
truly mean."

" tell me then."

" tell me what you see."
she asked pointing at the drawing
" sun and uh some weird
looking plants."
his eyebrows arched when she
laughed

" if you can see the sun is
among the plants
so that's mean the sun is
giving lives to the plants."
she stopped to turn at him
and he nodded

so she continued
" the plants looks like dicks
vaginas if you look
properly."
he did and he softly muttered
an oh as she held her laugh

" they are protecting the fetus
inside there."
she pointed
" and the sun and the fetus are
crying too
probably implied her sad
over her infertility."

" its hauntingly beautiful."

she smiled, " it's speak of me."

" pardon?"
he frowned
" the painting-- it speaks of me
sadly"
their gazes met and it took him
immediately to understand
what she meant

" what happen?"
she shrugged
" it just happen
one second i was having a
pap smear then suddenly
she said my cervix has tinsy
problem and now
i'm fucking frida kahlo's
infertile."

she exploded
tears started to swell
threatening to fall immediately
which she roughly wiped it away
" i'm sorry benni."

he shook his head
tucked her hair back
and he dipped his head down
his lips met hers
and it was wonderful
he was kissing one of the art

"you are alright."
he muttered and somehow
they had their backs on the floor
her head on his arm
they laid down in silence
ignoring a couple of people walking
passed them

" we could try adoption
or surgery for your cervix"
he blurted out
" i'm sure we'll find a way."

she tilted her head up
" we?"
he nodded and smiled
" what do you think of 11 kids?"

" you are crazy."
she sat up and stood up on
her feet immediately
"this is a first date"
he placed both arms at the back
of his head and grinned

" well actually i'm being optimistic."