poem by Christina Luu (age 17)

Impasto: The process or technique of laying on paint or pigment thickly so that it stands out from a surface.

You stated.
That was what you needed.
We danced upon keys of every kind,
thrashing, waltzing,
you even had me belly dance.
You dowsed with wines of every shade,
shared your shadowy visions with me.
You indulged in decadence,
injecting me with pain and selfish pleasure.

Alas, a revelation! A masterpiece yields, engulfing your soul, your mind and self-control:

You paint tender blossoms with your fingers
In hues of lonely blue
And shades of bitter belladonna,
Vivid with scarlet rivers that pulse
Beneath the petals.
You capture
Confusion with such care,
In whorls of blood and brine—
These pirouetting whirlpools
That drown all sense and thought.
I cannot understand your artful machinations,
For I am not an artist.
I am a simple canvas.

2013 Scholastic Writing Awards Gold Key 

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