051
Sophisticate your lust,
complicate your desire;
paint it with a brush,
disguise it as a fire,
dress it as a witch
in her formal attire,
and it will be art
—and you, a sire.
An artist of truths,
never ever a liar,
a censer of emotion,
a painter of the dire,
put on exhibitions,
never on a pyre,
till the day you die,
or until people tire.