Kofi Fosu Forson
I adore dismemberment of night
Cancer free done in by euphoria
Seldom do we grope in cession
While painting pictures of November
Aristotle ignite this passageway
Place in each square a high-heel shoe
Comb her tresses with silent knife
Keep hidden locket for broken heart
Separate rooms for separate brooms
Tall tales of electrifying men leaving
Pelosini’s garden, champagne water
Your eyes softly inspiring Buscemi
Painterly, after-hours, counting them:
Black boys turning over leaves
Blame each one our times together
How do they ever channel Somalia!
To dream fisherman in high-waters
I fondle Catherines of Montauk
Misery and faith has found me here
Dismantling subservience with pastel
Paper skin forming from dress to dress
Floating, white turmoil masquerade
Shalom, I digress, eternal muse
Your disguise hangs above melancholia
Diebenkorn woman, her many faces
With reason she poses, coquette to chique
We will not make love, she says
Break a leg before and after midnight
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