Picassoed Out

picasso's white period
not very well known
quite short in fact
one painting
never hung by MOMA
his 'couple in white'
rests on our mantle
tis me there on your lap
trying not to giggle

a day not easily forgotten..
pablo's belly over palette
his tubes, save the white,
emptied earlier,
you, hard and wanting
pressed against my bottom

when pablo stepped out for blue
we slammed shut the door,
ran for the stairs,
leaving only our outline,
wet and waiting,
and one frustrated artist
to paint clowns on the ceiling.

Pris Campbell
(c)2002

Publishedin the Nov 2002 MiPo Weekly Edition Journal

(This poem also won the June challenge on the Salty EZ Forum.  The challenge was
a poem in response to the drawing
to the right. )

Artwork: Drawing by Webmaster.
used with permission)

Music: Baby, Baby

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