“Art is the sex of the imagination.”

George Jean Nathan (1882–1958)

The mingled motives of muses and minds;

Taut and testy, tart and ticklish.

Driven by thirst from dreamless drought;

Glimpse glory through gossamer gowns.

Invite interludes where models undress allure.

Seek the serendipity of stopping for a stone in your shoe.

Suspend agenda and aspiration with alchemy.

Surrender simultaneously to urge and pause.

Expending our utmost in service of perpetuity;

While every well-wrought peace kisses plenitude in turn.