oil

The oil as it uncoils, into shades of milk and grey.
The oil as it uncoils, into hatred and dismay.
The oil as it uncoils into beauty, lust and life.
The oil as it uncoils from the palette, onto knife.
The oil as it traces, under every curve and every dive,
to mark a history of a being and portray its very life.
The oil as it uncoils into a somber and evening song,
the oil as it uncoils for every deed done wrong.
The oil as it uncoils, for the sirens deathly song.
the oil as it uncoils for man and for the bird,
the oil as it uncoils onto a stumbling yet charging heard.
The oil as it uncoils into sex and death and light, the oil
as it uncoils into vex and hate and might. The oil as it
uncoils into a den of earthly sin, the rousing of your spirit
and the tainting of your kin? The oil as it uncoils into a sour,
wispy sound. The oil as it uncoils from the caverns of your mouth.
-bnf 2007.