Lindsey Thäden

I see beauty everywhere, but photography came by accident. I wanted to capture moments, save them. When I see a subject that moves me, I have no choice but to document and explore. I especially love the personality and character of buildings that have stood firm to see a history I can only imagine.

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i refuse to sonnet, but love

1.
you fill the canvas i
paint love softly blushing i
am your pigments.

2.
my mind is beside you there is no distance
the atlantic ocean evaporates there are
two countries two cities then only us
i like imagining you with me looking eyes into the
eyes caressing the other lost in the other
like picasso i reuse my canvases a scientist
will discover you someday hidden underneath
the stars a red building hides your body your
face is in the moon scientists will carefully revive
you my lost art examining microscopically
straight into my heart

3.
you speak of poetry but i am all you know of kahlo
plath but hughes writes of what she left and rivera
deserved to be left for the soft sweet body of a
woman.
i went to love’s funeral and wept thinking death
eternal but it is the third day if I am venus you are my botticelli
it does not seem they live happily ever after
obsession after the soul meets the kindred
love the art is tortured
i writhe in your prose wanting desperately to be
touched by more than the air from your tongue
or your percipience
juliet between the sheets as apollo texted me
thoughts on what you did not say what you
will never say
crumbs for literary upper crust
but you retweet me #significant
you are made of sex passion kafka and thunder
i hide in the first letter of the first word of a
stanza of a poem ripped carefully from my chest
i anticipate a soft, palatable rain and most
tenderly your tongue at the top of your teeth
touching lightly quickly i have not a word
a syllable a breath
so i speak to you in black and white as you flip
through the new yorker and stop at a familiar
name
you creep into my syntax stealing my thoughts
holding couplets for ransom
i look into my likeness wild eyes breast breathless
wolves at my fingers and blood on my lips this mirror
mirror shatters

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