Warhol Ekphrastic

I’ve come back here

I knew my way this time

and I come to you because

the others were taken and

you excite and upset me

your contrasting shadows and

white features

your leather jacket

and painful ejaculation

you thrust forwards and I know

your 1/2 and 1/2 grey scaled neck

your new-born nose sprouting from

out of the blackness

two ghostly disks fall phantom

over your eyes your forehead

an unmarked page crisp and inviting

and just as intimidating

and your cheekbones

are perfect your lips

perfect your hand with

no distinction or detail is perfect

the light feels its way around your

cheeks and finds your ears

cowering crying and your white neck

my teeth in your white neck

your blue jeans have color and so do your

legs that I bow before intent

and all for Andy

and all for art and I know

and you know that this is real

your eyes for the first time

I see your eyes the way your

mother saw them and

the razor bumps on your neck

my teeth in your

porous and corrugated neck

the light unknowing and unintended

sweeps away the dark from your pupils

and shows me your pupils

you smoke striking

inhaling lazily

exhaling wondering

what this is

I continue

you are unattached

removed and bored

the bricks behind you crumbling

and raw show more

than your body tells me

lifeless and reactionless

and I paint you now like Andy

filmed you then but I see you

on my knees and I know

more than your mother knows

and I know more than

Andy knows but you know

less than all of us

you know what your wristwatch tells you

the unbiased light now

opens the floor in your hand

of dried valleys where the skin has

been folding for 24 years

and your forehead and cheek

bones perfect and saintly as the minutes

count down to seconds 16

15 a light flashes and white dots

replace you in my eyes