As an artist I will admit there were unfortunate moments in my intensity, when

crippling insecurities left me limp and passion-free. When I'm busy doing something

I love, there was progress to my spirit. Keeping busy always put me in a better mood. I am many and

many of me are not the fairest to gaze upon, my smouldering aura embodied the holy,  unholy and the

human form; I confess I've opened my exalted head and body to Pablo Picasso who perceived me in

strange and ill-formed ways; and there were times when I've summoned the most evil, known as Satan for

a few hot unholy days, then joined Moses and the Greatest Mother of them all, until I tired of their

perpetual sermons, on the hills, if I recall; three watery graves called out to me, I offered John, Jr. a Water

Lillie, as well as his wife, Caroline and her sister, too; lastly with an urge to breed, I began following John

Travolta around when his quivering wings reminded me of the angel Michael, I offered him a Lilac

Blossom plucked from my own bosom...laughed and kissed him long and hard, becoming 

this poem for you.