model Bethany Anne
photographer Jason Stitt
The image simply melted into perfect light
The moon could be envious of your
Skin. Your smile hidden behind a clockflower
An innocence held to your lips.
And then you blow a kiss
The picture doesn't show this
In the frame you are perfect
The light in your eyes
Is a snapshot of a dragonfly touching its wings on water
In another picture your eyes so blue
Above a sunflower
Seeming to have grown from your lips
When you spoke the worlds ugliness
I think your mouth soil
Wet with dew
And the beginnings of bluebells
Leaning like paris architecture
In picasso blueness
A sunflower in your hair
Surviving in the blonde light
And your red coat making you
The only visible thing in france
As everything forces expressionism
Into the rough english edges
Someone will see you and look back
And you won't
Just as you only ever catch a glimpse
Of a sunflower shaken by artificial wind
From a train
But will not know that
It would be your words he found more beautiful
Than any pose you could
Make for the photographer
Which only captures something beautiful in the world
Something you would make grotesque
In bukowksi esque verse
To force the beauty down our throats
And make us swallow
When you write of sunflowers
Poets write of you.
Wishing
They could paint you
And in common with the passer by on the street
That always turns
That they could take the flower from your hair
Watch it unloose
Like a neon jellyfish
Gone back into the sea
Take the flower from your lips
And taste what it is that
The sun has stayed out for
© 2008 anth
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