Daily I Fall in Love with Artists


Daily I fall in love with artists
with their charcoal covered fingertips
and the charcoal smudges on their faces
a smudge under their blue eyes
smouldering me
Their names are creative
Caspian Talon Calder Kodiak
I love how they don't need to talk
I understand their language
contour, crosshatching, and color
I feel their dirty hands
always splattered with paint, graphite, pastels
no matter how hard they wash
They communicate through references
Dali, Picasso, Van Gogh
Moore, Koons, Hirst
Their attire reminds me of France, Italy, the Louvre
I am left grateful that I am a part of their culture
that I am one of them
I know them.
Don't speak.
I understand.

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