Mixed media on paper
13" x 14"
inspired by the poem:
wavering on porch railing.
Balanced in hand
its green tip tenders into yellow
then bursts into the rose of dawn.
A Harlequin costume to catch the eye
divert the mouth.
But not for long.
A slice of knife liberates
the smell of sea breeze
rich with morning sun.
Teeth comb strands of golden flesh
while sweet juice slides down the throat.
If I slept beneath a mango tree, would perfection pale?
— © Judith Lechner