Annie Sprinkle Meets Venus, A PaintingYes, it is art. The well dressed man sits in an established gallery. He gazes at Titian's Venus, Her delicate fingers drape her crotch. Would he gaze with such reverence, or as lovingly At Annie Sprinkle's exuberantly displayed crotch? The insatiable thirst of the botanist To examine intimately, the erotic flower, To savor it, to experience its magic. The husband studies his wife's nudity, Before turning off the nightlight. He watches the years sculpt her contours. These are artists at work. The art of wanting to show. And wanting to see. Annie Sprinkle Meets Venus, A Painting |