The Mag #108 Casa Azul: The Heart of Frida Kahlo

CASA AZUL The Heart of Frida Kahlo

she ought nought

she may never have thought

to herself

as she ought and did

in thought and deed

what she wanted to do

was she just another

artist prone to feeling and being alone

living her art with a broken heart?

she slide into sunlight-streamed

rooms darkened by black lace

over her face and

shoulders he

clothed her nakedness

undulating

heaving sighs tossed her about

whipped her into a frenzied mess

like a lapsed lover she had held onto

free floating she had backslide into oblivion

only to lick her too-deep wounds

likening the taste to sea salt and Diego

she peeked at these realms

layers of cortex outcroppings

to find him always there

to wear him like a crown

in her heart he was a painful miracle

a creative revolutionary of the times

in a place known as Mexico

she had multiple flowerings there

as this love had melted them together

kept them like wax and sugar eternal

they melded form eventually, fused faces

over years of coming together

they contain containers and volumes of themselves

nigh impossible to make all this happen again

and then what would if one could

would it bring about the beginning to come again

out of her to be worn away in this way, again?

to put away the worm that betrays us

yet we still celebrate?

after years of put on hold life

of stark dark eyes stare-down

keeping passions held close to the abreast

to be used and held in this way

for too many year, for far too long

on the bay of her moorings

all but she had noticed the lightening display

the Clap of Thunder overhead

sure she'd render asunder to surrender

the weary yearly display of pictures

hung over their heads like skeletal remains

sentinels vowing and warning of pending

passions culminating in sweet death

the deflowering process

so brighter than sublime

your sunshine of your love

spake glory louder than words

posed and positioned

all remains aloof

a sudden fit to laugh it off

she loosens her fall-away kimono

yesterday's dresses neatly hung

opened her love letters to herself

this line cast long shadows

forever flowers relinquish languor

leave fragrant blossoms once more

jasmine-scented your love of beauty remains

non-plussed by time or steady intake of tickle

pass on the passer-bys

as this show must go on

must stay and trickle

her blood on this rock

on this cloth's raiment

on this painted tin panel

on this bed of thorns

proof you need of miracle?

when all around you is this?

to her this rocky adventure

and alchemical wedding

her spine enervated for a moment

caught by the outcropping

her nerves fibre art

tenuous at best this taste of salt

wounded by a thousand moons

void of position

arrows left wanting, waiting

by river's edge

sun-ripened flesh

left fresh watermelon taste

these pleasure known to all

this is all

Viva la Vida

with no seeds

your weakness so sexy

succulent supine position

all sinewy slithering mud

under the seething teeth

drooling drip wrestling

Angelic us to Jacob's

stepped volcano

where she stood atop

nonstop PreColumbian love

she could let go

but never let on

she would be

disguised by love

disgusted at pain

distinguished at service

waiting unknown hours

drenched to the bone

through and through

he'd never be through with her

married again they clung like cling peaches

thoroughly invisible to others

save the passionate urgings of wet paint

turgid flesh pounding the pavement

just a wisp of a girl turned up

cloaked in a Buffalo blanket

one glam leg left dangling

foot in cold water playing

with missing heart

the spring run-off

with someone else

oxygen-filled

monkey-filled green space

then she could

infuse herself with new life

as she without breathe

could coax the soul fires

for a moment eyes closed

hung on like a hinge

onto the last image of love

she gasped "Oh"

lungs filled again

with multiple panspermia

wading out so far, too far out to her meet her lover

it must be she buttoned his shirt

and it was the bottom of the sixty-ninth

he's hope to put a tadpole in her briny ocean

seemingly eternity would not wait

the feeding frenzy was somewhere else

He longed to take her out

beyond mere eschatology

plunging deep into her cave

he urged her to Come out Frida

to awaken the feather serpentine design

Quetzalcoatl the Puppet in the Jacket

moment of her beauty never fading

the light always a wax'd candle lit flame

A Passion Play by playing a part, an actor

longing to play a part in her own production

she created doom on display

producing the plethora of intense passion

all items known to symbolize

a union of all we are

flowing river of carnal knowledge

edgy, finding self in the chasm

unisex before unity

defining her own terms

and thus she could now trust in his

she infused her jasmine ebony hair with ribbons

wore costumes he'd like, she'd like if he had of stayed

instead of strayed

to have children

she wanted this so badly

her skin warmed us by image

she infused her charmed life into us

all this that she was put into this

made us dream these strange dreams

these worlds of hers

remain alive

Casa Azul; House of Blues and Pain Factory

her lover's tent a place she called grounded

made a rustle, between the sheets

she dewy-eyed wild-eyed deer look

hair running wild down her cheeks

tears of joy painful to watch

her passing image bolts us into submission

she holds us captive

ignites the night with a thousand stars

here where these two supernova's meet

conspicuous rivers converge

in the art world

Frida; please glaze down from heaven

at the rooted ground strung with ribbons

see the place teaming with microscopic life

where crawfish breathe cement

and conch shells spew panspermia

and caw caw birds macaws and leave lucky reminders

did your monkeys lifeline or am I to throw on to you?

Your paintings cry "Help me Jesus" yet I did see some saviours

but not one could save you here,

I see you as a martyred saint for women without wombs...

Did you mend your broken heart?

Did you really come to terms with life

when you chose not to return?

as how could one remain oblivious to your pain

to that eternal jungle scream from you

Are you still broken heart mind and soul?

I know you are not in pain anymore

But you lived~!

held onto sheer pleasure too

to fly sky-high free floating love

as the message is this

"get into the pain to release it"

you knew this

sensed the burning of things

sensation of flesh-fed fires

and yet you produced flowers

odd though they may be after churned out

of burbling of love-drowned tongues

blurred lines long distant hissing

and danger in the desert

your defence; you have none

where these subterranean places meet you

and where you grew up

still longing to invite us

to Casa Azul

Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to
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