Poetry

The Truth About Art.

You can taste the art on your tongue.
Like fine wine mixed with liquor.
You can feel the way it moves.
Like two waves crashing softly into one another.
The art of ones body is mysterious.
Some are built like gods or goddesses.
Some are not but that doesn't mean they don't have a heart of gold.
The art of how one has sex.
The elegance of a good love making.
The messiness of a nasty fuck.
We are all art you see.
Even you and me.