Lost Paintings: Caravaggio’s Our Lady of the Golden Showers

AnnMarie Eldon
ISSUE 2006-1
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Lost Paintings Caravaggio’s ‘Our Lady of the Golden Showers’ Michael The Wild One, Tiber hunting not for sport for space and quiet and affordable light down boardwalk way They drag her upout arse first lumpen like an elephant’s mourn throes Oh how double-bent dogsex postured she is her hands dandingling level with her shrivelled toe ends slime hair compostéd weed down her swollen thighs river plumped with no gap slap slap in deathdrown tresses bollock knees sick drip flick They straighten her, flubber her amidst their stink At least half of ‘em have hard-ons their sackclothedcocks out lined above her (he’ll masturbate after he has her roughed) - out - stood upright proudéd, baroqued bruises, vanishing point her bladder “Goddess Pisser” in honour of her locks pussyslopping down her legsonto the jetty Warm paint her ochre stream chiaroscurowing onto her captive lover modelled on the tall broad hard/one Lays him in a gasping swoon cock-in-hand mouth open head back gorgeous dirty fingernails detailed against his member her bouton pearls casting an arc in relief “Berla ora” he cries And comes                                                                 Off canvas