The Painter's Dilemma

The Painter's Dilemma

The pieces have just been painted,

wet and beautiful.

Both were set side by side and the painter left the room.

The masterpieces turned their canvas bodies to look at one another,

and began to move.

They were entranced by one another's hues,

of red juicy berry and dill pickle blue.

One canvas was so wet, it began to drip...

And the other sped right on in...

humping the drops and could not stop.

The wetter one's rules she decided to bend.

She approved of the other canvas' desire to blend.

And POW!!

A lustful clamor of canvas skin,

copulating colors of indiscretion.

The wet pieces meshed and came right on in!

They bled, a climactic rainbow of sexy colors were wed.

The oily paint began to sweat,

and the colors oozed down until they were out of breath.

Then the painter walked in and began to cry.

Then they saw how beautiful they truly were not.

In the midst of drips and stains,

their colors were shot.

They were gigalos to each other's canvas spots.

The new disarrayed pieces positioned themselves back to being side by side,

and the heartbroken painter trembled,

and felt sore in his head.

So the pieces felt bad and decided to never mix their colors again.

Written and illustrated by:

Almavida 2009