In this compressed artistry of moment <br />I receive spalls of fire off your skin <br />condescending slant of your head <br />gurgle stories of the forced confession <br />of yester night….. of serfdom to your flesh <br /> <br />In this Picasso I am just a curved enfeebled line <br />And you… its canvass, its colour its theme <br />The latent lurking dream<br /><br />Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/enslaved-7/
