Typewriter Series #3074 | 1.23.21
Sometimes, my brain goes to places I don’t expect, thinks up things I cannot understand where they come from, I never question it, I just accept it and do my best to make sense of whatever it is. The other day, I had this strange idea for art, that it’d be beautiful to attach lights to the ends of limbs, then in total darkness, make love in a photograph. I wondered what the light trails would look like, I wondered what drawing it would paint, this swirling sensuality. I wondered what would come from passion, from light, from passion made light. That is where this poem came from, a strange image that instead of passing off as a silly daydream or an odd break in my day, I allowed to brew like tea in the back of my mind. I think too often we push strange thoughts away, rather than giving them the weight they deserve, rather than turning them into the art they already are.
I try to do this often, if I wake in the middle of the night with strange dreams, I write them down in case they are poetry or prose waiting to be born. I’ve always done this, and I always will, and if you’re not doing that right now I highly encourage it.
Anyhow, give it a listen, give it a read. A little sexy poetry for your Saturday night. Why the hell not?
What if we'd lights on our limbs,
and in the darkness
made love in a photograph,
what if we
were a symphony of glow,
a waltz of shine
that looked like
from the hand
of some gentle
Come to me,
and let us sign
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
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