painting

the man that i love could not love me
then he fell in love with a painting

he stumbled into the opening one night
where she accosted him on the wall

arching back
stallion-like

oh
the way she is hung

her nipples point at the corner of his dining room
as she rides proudly over his couch

her face is listless and her eyes look
at no one in particular

i wander if she reminds him of me
ever

or maybe of another lover he could not love
as much as this canvas and oil

he once told me that metaphorically speaking
all i needed was someone to sit in the lounge with me

well now he has her
in this painting

and i have a kings of leon poster that i haven’t framed yet
and a black clock ticking over the mantle