A T OXIC LOVE

EMILY PAVLIK

Rhanda Hal Awah

Among the canvas there you lay enclosed, Assembled by the tr aces of my br ush. With time your validity unopposed, Eager to gain life you are in no r ush The foundation of your creation fade , While you begin to take more of substance . You are nothing more than a masquer ade , As tense linen meets you with reluctance . But you are not just a constr uct to me . Come to be known in the physical realm, Ear thly bodies not yet ready to see To tr anspire or not, such an overwhelm. For eter nity do idealists breathe , Imagination will be yet to seethe .

My bones are made of marble pillar s

My ar ms and legs, of redwood

My eyes the searching beam of suns

With a cr y that r uns as blood