Poem: "You Ask Me If You Could Paint Me"
You Ask Me If You Could Paint Me
here comes another, this one with a brush
instead of a book, or rope, or whip
Dilruba
Ahmed, “The Other Side (on Gauguin)”
If you will
paint me, paint with the good book.
Its leather
smelling of tanneries and smeared
crimson
makes a lifelike print. The sermon on
the mount
may tattoo in blue the blessed head.
Paint also
with a rope, rub it across the hands
that all may
see my long self-restraint and guess
my release.
Then nail the hemp to the canvas,
top right
corner, to outface me with its reality.
With your
brush, whip my torso into flesh. The
violence
without must be met by violence within.
Strike!
Harder! Let my body writhe, a commotion
contained in
the cool and hard figure of a pear.
for Valerie
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