May 14th, Art Lov(H)er
By many names she goes,
but only one name I know
Art
And boy do I love her
unlike any other
she has become my greatest lover
loves me like no other did or probably ever will again
I embrace her like struggle
cause she makes my blood pump and stomach rumble
she’s my guide through this concrete jungle
my crutch in case I stumble
she keeps me humble
and focused
most take this love as a joke
cause they can’t see the cents in it
like i have no common sense when it
comes to this artlife
Its okay cause no one said they have to be on my side
or even down for the ride to enjoy it
But not Art
she remains
like red wine on white rugs, she stains
stays in the deepest fibers of my being
reaches the hurt too far to be cleansed away like sin
she resurrects me from within
giving me reason to smile again
so don’t be jealous when i tell you i hold her above all others
that she is more then homie, or lover or friend
she is my beginning and my end.
she is my art
and until my last breath i will love her like no one every did
or ever will again.