I wondered as I drew these two
embraced and coiled so close together.
The tenderness and emotion of love
each identified within the spectrum
of their twists and turns of fate
that led them to each others arms.
Their colors didn’t matter to them
back then so why should it matter
to the world surrounding their
loyalty and love for one another.
They laughed and cried as did
all young lovers, they were alive,
spontaneous to each touch,
each kiss, and each hug.
Oh those days of youth when
one was exploring so delicately
with his surroundings, the streets,
the clubs and smokey bars of
He ventured into adventures
of the heart and sensitivities that
kept him bound within, afraid to
let loose, afraid that the world
would scorn and scoff at his desires
as an artist chasing his dreams.
Finally to be set free, to express,
to be inspired and hide no more
from the demons that bound him
way back then.
His colors are still gray and
black with an added touch of blue.
Vincent Moore May 2013