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A.H. Scott: Yesterday’s Melody

Photo of two lovers sitting together nude under an oak tree — Jasmin and Earl. Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2021

Yesterday’s Melody

Thinking back of the days gone by, we recline upon the porch swing and sigh

You were the one who saw beyond my immature wrappings

Whimsical lyric of a lark upon a branch above our heads, brings a laugh of youth to our lips

True it was of May and December

Passing sunsets to sunrise were where the melody played

Even as a few wisps of grey came, the notes of love matured in bliss

There were never any blank pages between you and I, as leaves drifted from the trees

Spaces of time before when we were one have been fused with kisses and hearts aflutter

Yesterday isn’t reeled in because the tune slows down with age

Affection’s afterglow traces a design of desire upon life’s page

Longevity’s tune plays softly across the calendar, as moonlight cradles us beneath a blanket of stars

You once pondered who I am and now I will tell you for sure

I am your Melody of yesterday, for now and evermore

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About The Author: A.H. Scott is a poet based in New York City and senior contributing writer for Tony Ward Studio. To read additional articles by Ms. Scott, go here: https://tonyward.com/same_as_it_ever_was/

A.H. Scott’s book: Bad Guys Finish Fast & Good Guys Finish Last is available on Amazon!

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A.H. Scott: A Most Favorable Shade

Sexy Exotic latino woman on phone in dressing room — Exotica. Chicago 2003. Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2021

A Most Favorable Shade

It cannot be captured by another’s eye

Even if a lens could even try

It can be seen if appreciation exists

Even if the makers of taste wish not to persist

To go forward boldly against the tide of criticism

That’s the shade most favorable

Stand tall and stand strong

You know the survivor within

Not good enough to rise to a standard of a myth?

Well, just watch a sassy soul strut their stuff

To the body which is sculpted by nature or enhanced by nurture is a subject unto itself

Yet, a face is the element that is inhabited by character

Imperfections, wrinkles, pimples, lazy-eye, crooked nose and such

Why does it matter so much?

Seems as if it is all based on a glance that is fleeting

Pity that attention’s brevity charters a superficial game

Marketability of a face can take esteem to a somber place

Like an invisible competition of sorts we are set off on a pace

Wondering whether me, he, you or she has that favorable shade

Shade is the favor we accept in the moment we are in

Not to retreat or back away from whom we are

Off the beaten track can be where aesthetics hold most favorable in an arena of attractiveness

Perfect none of us are

Only perfect entity is the celestial one

Beyond the cradle, we all is

Wisdom is a priceless accessory we should never wish to trade

Now, that’s the most favorable shade

About The Author: A.H. Scott is a poet based in New York City and senior contributor to Tony Ward Studio. To read additional articles by Ms. Scott, go here: https://tonyward.com/same_as_it_ever_was/

A.H. Scott’s book: Bad Guys Finish Fast & Good Guys Finish Last is available on Amazon!

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A.H. Scott: Paint Me With Your Lips

a portrait of two young lovers kissing — The Kiss. Photo: Tony Ward. Copyright 2021

Paint Me With Your Lips

Paint me with your lips

Brushstroke glides against unchallenged canvas

Assuredness of cool ever so true

High note and low note of kind of blue

So what of yesteryear; for the present moment is here

Miles and Gil imbue both artist and canvas with notes of skill

Sultry brass and keys of black and white teases our senses and heightens the incoming thrill

Tap into the set and rise of sun with yellows and orange bursts

Paint me with your lips

Decadent droplets of desire whispered by you

House on the beach in Malibu

Paint me with your lips

Rays of sun are like waves of sand drifting through my hands

Warm grains glisten as I gaze down at my palms

Canvas unchallenged is ignited by your deft pursuit

Tints of purple and bits of saturated blushed tones resemble angel’s fingers casting a pattern across the sky

Paint me with your lips

Impressionist interest you’ve taken in me

Abstract arousal is the flickering of what we’ve begun

Sketches of Spain drew us into a landscape of color, composure and contemplative notion

Assuaged in adagio’s awakening, the sheer curtains billows from dusk’s arrival through the sliding bedroom window

Breeze blows soft and desire blows hot

Taking your invitation was my affirmation for the exhibition of now

Brush of the back of your hand along my torso releases a sensual sigh

Paint me with your lips

My fingertips motion up your chest

Hands of mine feel the strength of your heart beating within

You smile at me and our lips connect

Canvas comes alive with artistic pleasure

Night ascends, as my slim fingers descend

Powder pink lace falls at my feet

Bra that matches is unhooked by you

Those strong hands of yours do what they do

My shy side appears, as I cup my breasts with both hands

You bring out that something in me, which eases my shy ways in your midst

I release the blossoms and am ready with you to take that lustful whirl

You still have on your trunks, but not for long

Standing there, sexy as hell with your intent so damned strong

Oh yes, I blush as we both know the melody of this scintillating song

Neither of us without a stitch

Paint me with your lips

Insertion and exertion takes us by storm of intimacy

Ocean waves are the soundtrack of our passion play

In each others’ arms, our two souls sway

Affected by you, affected by me

Scent of the ocean nearby is the fragrance of fantasy

Paint me with your lips

Ecstasy is an unknown expectation

Paint me with your lips

Framed by your brushstroke is where a contented canvas transforms into a masterpiece

About The Author: A.H. Scott is a poet based in New York City and senior contributor to Tony Ward Studio. To read additional articles by Ms. Scott, go here: https://tonyward.com/tangled/

A.H. Scott’s book: Valerina’s Vineyard is available on Amazon!
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A.H. Scott: Exposure

An outdoor scene of nude woman on bed as man approaches — Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2021

Exposure

Exposing myself to him

He watches the curves of my hips

I take bottle of champagne and pour against my lips

A few drops roll down my throat

Being with him is intoxicating enough

More than a stream of the liquid soaks my blue satin dress

The stain of champagne starts to form a pattern

As if that nectar of the Gods knows my flesh

Pattern is from right nipple down to lap area

Well, as he watches me this lover of mine gets nearer

Taking the bottle away from my hand, he places it onto the Italian marble counter

He was a thirsty man

Yet, from that bottle he wouldn’t drink

Only that blue satin dress remained between he and me

So, his tongue licked my lips, neck and chest

And, of course that fermented liquid on my breast

The puddle of champagne that decided to go to my lap

Was taken care of in little licks from his exposed tongue

Exposure can be an orgasm’s first rung

Next were elevated inches, for this man was hung

I’m exposed to his whims

I’ve relinquished myself to him….

About The Author: A.H. Scott is a poet based in New York City and frequent contributor to Tony Ward Studio. To read additional articles by Ms. Scott, go here: https://tonyward.com/two-left-feet/

Exhibition Announcement: Tableaux Vivants 1994 – 1996

Tableaux Vivants: 1994 – 1996

This exhibition Tableaux Vivants: 1994 – 1996 is being hosted by my dear friend the artist James Dupree. I met James and his wonderful wife Anita in the mid-eighties when I moved my family into Philadelphia’s Bella Vista neighborhood. It was known then and still is a haven for creative people including the likes of Isaiah Zagar, Jenny Lynn, Ray Metzker, Ruth Thorne Thompson, George Krause, Robert Asman, Harvey Finkle, Zoey Strauss, James of course and many others.

James asked if he could host an exhibition of my work the day after we were hit by a massive water main break on our block at 6th & Bainbridge streets. He made the offer knowing how damaged The Ward Studio was from the flood waters on July 25th, 2021. It was truly an act of friendship and empathy from one artist to another. For that I am truly grateful.

I dedicate this exhibition to the late Paul Mojica also known as “Luna” in the Philadelphia gay community. Paul and I met in 1993 just as I was beginning to think about the tableaux vivant series. He was by my side for those years first as my main makeup artist, but then another aspect of his many talents emerged. That of a muse. Paul appears in many of the pictures in this show in various costumes we dreamed up over drinks at the Latest Dish or on our photographic excursions to the Big Apple.

I was very saddened to hear of his passing a few years ago. This exhibition is dedicated to the life and times of Paul Mojica.