My Elucidation

          I have an illicit relationship with art.

          Ever since I was young I have been drawn to and seduced by it, 

          time and time again.

          For so long I fell into the hands of beauty and surrounded 

          myself in its midst.

          With this came a deafening draw back;

          on my journey to envelop myself in beauty 

          I crucified any work of art   

          that didn’t fill this personification of perfection.

          Now I have discovered an amazing gift, buried inside me, 

          a captive of my ignorance.

          Worlds of opportunities present themselves as I 

          turn the key to each new door.

          My senses go crazy:

          I hear the pounding feet,

          feel the heat,

          smell the gunpowder,

          taste sweet victory,

          and envision the future.

          I’ve evolved from a speck of sand into a mountain,

          a raindrop into an ocean,

          a hermit into a king.

          Now I can examine deeper then the superficial beauty that 

          blinded me from true exquisiteness.

          I discovered my aptitude for interpreting surreptitious 

          meanings implanted in art from all across the ages. 

          Dieu Merci, I have finally escaped my naiveté, 

          and now have a new idolatry for art.

          My world has expanded from illicit relationships 

          with entrancing art,

          to adulterous experiences with the anecdote 

          behind every work of art.

          I am now moving, a stream of words shooting forth.

          I am wind, rustling the leaves of expression.

          I am a spider, spinning a web of words and images.

          I am a fire, burning passionately with new ideas.

          I am abstract a mix of bright colors.

          I am a magician, conjuring something into being where 

          there was nothing before.

          I am a harlot for art.