Wednesday, July 12, 2006


She is explicit.
She undresses flesh
to reveal wantonness.

She tantalizes form
into blind devotion.

She opens you up
and where you fold
reveals your
unripe fruit.

Her joy is to moisten
every audacious lip
all abandoned cravings
until you paint her face

with worship.

Astarte (oil on canvas) Lori Koefoed.