Frida's cremated canvass

(a tribute to a great woman artist, Frida Kahlo)
dedicated to the bridge Frida calls LOVE

according to Diego
pain on Frida’s agonized poetry on canvass
is “acid and tender
as hard as steel
refined as butterfly wings”

sharp as wild cactus
lovable as a smile
as radical as a communist
as passionate as her husband
cruel as the bitterness of life

no love can die
even fueled by disloyalty
raged by a vengeful temperament
a woman’s soul
casted by her will find her own self
made a crippled walk out of a wheelchair
made love to a woman
consumed tequila to win
a grand repertoire of an erotic tango
that can grab a lover home
never to leave less
of a
comrade, a fellow artist, a best friend
but will never be her husband

women after naked women
shall be reborn on a canvass
for as long a Diego is alive
portraits of agony are glorified

what makes lovers endure
endless infidelities
when a fuck is just like a handshake
and cutting a finger nail

it is no longer a fearsome sight
to die in pain on her
favorite heirloom bed beside her panzon
till the canvass on fire
purify Frida and her dreams
and so her ashes shall join
the earth and the rivers
changing its form
again and again
and so she exists
lifetime after lifetime