Sitting in the Back Seat

Worcester Art Museum, November 2019

Who is the person
known, but unknown
a mystery to the mind.

Our desires
sizzle and sparks
a rather dark world

where my orange dot
retreats and burns
with hell flames, hotter.

I once laid
flat, in your car
now I kneel at an altar.

You say a woman glows
as a sun-lit finch
woven in grass baskets

and I perched above
your head
my soul soars higher.

Pregnant Woman, Otto Dix, Worcester Art Museum