This particular artwork, which is signed #10/50 was done by an artist named, "Cally". This was a gift to me from a sheikh in Lebanon back in the early 70's. His name was Kahliel, and he wanted my father to arrange a marriage with me when I was only 12. When my father, thankfully , rejected his offers of an unspoken magnificient trade, he then asked him to give me this piece of artwork instead.
I have kept it under protected glass, while off and on, wondered if there might be some exuberant worth to it! ??
I am so glad he didn't trade me off! :)
. . . especially, considering my young age and its provocative relevance!
The Prowess of the Fall
Cerebrate o’er, under hookah screens,
wherein sieving wastes this prowess seems
Taints in place of pestilential love,
intricate of the brutal lust hereof!
Gnash of clams, teeth that grind
Projecting tongues dribble of the spotted kind
Membered hands, reaching wrists,
savoring in the swills; ay's, in a liquid abyss!
O man on high, forged remembers,
with a man-o-war leg and a keyhole center,
cast one eye, as the other swirls
Luxuria’s trance has upon his world!
Wanton, she peers, her heart’s chesty self
thine eye sees one, as she reflects his wealth
Ye can only seethe, in inhered scare,
to gawk upon them with their seed filled hair!
Pap’s that spew, from a Serrasalmus stew,
amid the swollen seas of a right breast chew
Yea, Eve, who melds from a serpent’s wrath
adorning heads, flower, long ejaculating shafts
Lo, a flightless bird flaunts its flatulence,
spaced on taloned foot, grasps in accidence!
A dashing young man, the little grape whether’s,
where the dollar sign eye reveals his colon feathers!
Still in posing with her portioned fruit,
as a singled mesh conceals her labial, mute
Having, with the strings of these gasbag maws,
exposing, she toys, with his burning balls!
O hearts, O diamonds, O spades with clubs!
Wreaths of the olive branch, profusion’s snub
In all hands high, amounting nil,
Yea, Ye Adam’s apple's bit, as the blood doth spill. . .
Kimmy Van Kooten