Inspired by Dora Maar with Green Fingernails by Picasso
I consider you
and you ~ you cannot look away
I never lost a finger
as I held your gaze
yet my hands are bloody
as a frenetic knife
is hit and miss
madness curves
around lust
mystifies
as we enact living
your virility
victim dependent
whilst the victim
is still luscious beneath
your paint and distortion
you are at the bottom of the Seine
a moment of tempestuousness
revived in ink
but never found when dredged
worn about my person
on untattered fingers
a bequeathed mask of my own face
I already existed when you created me
yet became the scratches in your dust
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