Studio

I wanted this

Heavy metal wall

Sharp splintered cell

The hot sweet smell

of sex and blossom

Black blank hallway

Ready to be blushed

knocked and bruised

by the intimacy of art.

Swift and naked

Bare to the crowd

I saw it all

As it is

Aware

Actively

I am here

Ink on every form

Not for money

Not glory

Only to grip a solid place in time

Mine alone

Mine to die

Laughing as I fall