Feeding
  • Feeding

  • lay long enough and I become
    a danger of flies
    the armless
    girl that looked
    out of the river
    a sugar cube in the flat of my palm
    come away from the river
    how did we
    {the vegetable} {order}
    {into a square}
    make this
    when her lips graze to nibble
    soft the sweetness red
    when {river} my hand touching your face
    {some smallness gathered}
    it wants to shine
    pied on your belly
    between my fingers

    Adrian Kien

  • 12" x 12"
  • Oil pastel on matboard/wood panel
  • 2012