The woman artist said:
Men who hold no arousal are over:
Is it Arousal or Art then?
This the stirring of the heart........
A Western Scene.......
A depiction.........
A likeness.........
Mixing wet cement with an already famous Artist...
A proportional Sketch of a Ranch House... off in the near distance....
He remembered seeing you years earlier... being near there....
and now here you were making the acquaintance in person ....
The laughter the joy............ of...........
Holding your head between the Moon and the Horizon.........
The unbridled Joy... went
uncontainerized .......... bonkers.........
The explosion of the Joy....... unchecked.....
In the cradling of your head......... the stroking of ...
The dreaming in Black and White..... the remembering....
The taking of your number...
The not knowing of theirs....
The Art of it is this........
A following of your Heart...
That howling between the night Horizon and the Moon and the cradling of the head... and in the
unbridled crying and tears of Joy.......
Some text once written in wet cement... now hardened in permanence .
Held.........
A depiction in the flesh and blood of unbridled crying and the tears of Joy......
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