Painting Of A Blue Woman By A Blind Artist Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

I'd paint the scene with more sensual contrast
so that it shudders glimmers of amber grass
at the foot of a swaying Arjuna tree.
I want to imagine small bunches of russet leaves
hanging onto the y-forked lower nude branch.

But tonight I fancy reading you in the darkness
of Braille vision and let the tips of my fingers
palpate the intimate seams of how you're made.
A mix of delicate valleys and tightly canvassed
vertebrae with tongue-soft petals and peaks and

fleshy mangos and sanguine pink pomegranate.
I'll paint your breathing, lifting your ribcage
against my lips and your sun flowers tips brushing
against my mouth. I'll paint in the style of
Manjit Bawa merged with my own wacky manner.