Demented Confessions 19 – Touch

Touch

don’t touch

touch

transcendent / tantalizing

fingertips evoke

The Electricity / The Ecstasy

of skin

unfurling

a million cocoons

releasing

butterfly kisses

Yet To Be Confessed

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Art and poem by Clinock.

Touch, 8 x 8″ (20 x 20 cm), mixed media relief in cradled panel.

http://www.johnclinockart.com

 

 

 

Spring – Resistance is Futile!

 

 

Version 2

Version 2

magnolia

“Dorothy was at the sideboard, breaking eggs and spilling them into a bowl. Just watching the oval things crack in her white fingers and spill forth with a golden plop created a series of small explosions inside me. My calves shuddered as she scrambled them with a fork and they turned yellow like her hair. She poured a bit of cream into the mixture and the silken smoothness of the descending cream had me reeling. I wanted to say, ‘Dorothy Parrish, I love you’, to take her in my arms, to lift the bowl of scrambled eggs above our heads and pour it over our bodies, to roll on the red tiles with her, smeared with the conquest of eggs, squirming and slithering in the yellow of love”.

from 1933 Was A Bad Year by John Fante

monday-haiku

crocus

mandala drawing and photography by clinock

 

Studio Brushes – Four Haiku

magic-forest

 

magical forest

blossoming through yielding touch

coming in colours

 

canopy caressed

rising wood adheres to hand

viscous sap flowing

 

thrusting branches stroke

pigmented liquids flooding

sensuality

 

rooting and seeding

treetops sway and dreams are born

sylvan mystery

 

 

photo and haiku by clinock

edited redux 2014

August Redux 2014 – baptismos

baptismos 2

Liquid whispers

from behind the veil.

 

Invitations to dance

accepted.

 

Absorbed by

succulent wetness.

 

Sinking

into warm release.

 

Dissolved in wonder,

embraced by namelessness,

diving into light,

drowning

in the confluence

of moisture and flesh.

 

Sliding

Into

Rebirth.

 

Painting and Poem by clinock.

 

May Redux – 2014 – Hot Tub Dance

hot tub

it was

a torrid tango

a slipping of skin along skin

through shimmering heat

and cold blue air

 

it was

a surging blood

fandango

a simmering amniotic

rendezvous

 

it was

a sizzling cauldron

of salty sensuality

a full moon

roiling ocean rumba

 

it was all

raw lips and basted thighs

tangled flesh sliding together

falling limbs losing ground

and coming apart

 

it was hide and seek

and blind man’s bluff

and catch me if you can

with a stiff oar in a feral sea

dipping and thrusting

through oscillating fluids

floating, flooding, rising,

bodies liquefying

spurting like whales

 

it was lines forgotten

identities melting

transfigured bodies

lost in translation

and the wavering light

 

it was faces transmogrified

in shifting perspectives of steam

 

nothing was ever what it seemed

when we danced

the hot tub

dance

 

Mixed media drawing and poem by Clinock