Backward

This is yet another picture taken when in Amsterdam, drawn by an artists who did all his 'people drawings' upside down. As in, not just painted the figure and then flipped the picture, but actually structured and painted the picture opposite to what he was seeing. The whole thing kind of blows my mind, that you would even think to start on a road that's certain to finish in a completely backward way. Which brought the link to my mind when choosing a poem to accompany it.

Backward

Actions speak louder than words-
Never thought through.
Gossip for secrets heard-
Battling for the truth.

Whispers freeze attraction,
Heat that's left to simmer.
Assumption leads to facts...
But could it occur sooner?

Events that aren't talked about,
Dormant in a memory.
Who could know where they stand
When they're left to blunder blindly?

Not a question for the heart,
We'll let the Lust decide.
If not thought about when apart,
Complications are pushed aside.

Because tongues are loose,
And judgements are fast.
But will questions be answered,
When thighs are spread apart?