When I'm sixty-four,
Reveling I want to lie quenched,
Naked and glimmering in the thirsting desert,
Sweat pooling ere running in shredded rivers,
Shimmering on my rippled rectus abdominis,
Dreaming lyrically composing satyr poetry,
Penned with the tip of my blistered tongue,
Nude Artemisia reclining by my brutish side,
Grinning like a Baroque paragon,
Oil and paint liberally slathered,
Splattered across her swollen canvas,
Her moist vagina dripping creativity,
Full breasts heaving with such attentive nipples,
Painted Mars red with the tip of my rigid penis,
Spattered with exotic loops and Venus curves,
Hoops of erudite words and white cream,
Artemisia's paint box laid wide open,
Wet with a wash of excited expectation,
Heated sighs of lurid perfection,
Orally emitted with auditory profundity,
Our smiling audience gathered tightly around,
Applauding each bravo stroke and performance,
Shooting stars ricocheting into the glorious sun,
Heaven throwing open capacious golden gates,
Hell unlocking demonic fiery dungeons,
All the artists and poets and doubting Thomas' and Saints,
Milling to and fro atop high shifting dunes,
Uttering sweet nothings in that heady breeze,
Heads bowed in reverence at the spectral scene,
God Himself in happy attendance,
Clapping divinely with bright comedic eyes,
Thunder bolts introducing illustration to eternity,
Allowing light and shadow into a revolving cosmos,
Entering this abstract mood,
David's hand of God descending,
Fingering every limitless nuance,
Spraying spring water shooting fountains showering faith,
Jesus of Nazareth rolling back his tomb stone,
Wishing he'd been a poet instead of an oracle,
Nailing himself to his mortal cross,
Glad that in this final reincarnation,
Christ has happened upon this tempest,
All the sin and glory of the world unfolding,
Congregated in one sacred arid place,
Blood and wine finally mixing in his cup,
Apostles kneeling beside this tempera table,
Praying light will devour the tell-tale earth,
Sin collapsing into a Holy void,
Symphony reverberating as we all sink,
Beneath the everlasting sand,
Lost cities rising up in glory,
Shining and singing into the blinding day,
Generous Artemisia and I fearlessly celebrating hope and love,
Joy having kissed us and persevered together,
Unregretfully into timeless unforgettable and shameless art.