I watched the sunlit lines on bed sheets
Dance within the morning hours
From you tossing and turning
Sweetly and gracefully
On a bed we made
And I watched as long white curtains
Flailed, awakened by a clip of winter wind
Making alive the dust that settled around
A sea of brushes and bottles of turpentine
And as I watch, I’m convinced it is you,
Who choreographs the world around you
Every moment
Every lunge, every reach
Being warm when it’s cold
Dry when it’s damp
Colors still on your cheeks while you sleep
A dab of white
A splash of red
A drip of orange
We’ve painted these walls together
Bright blue and slate gray
Our hands have slapped the canvasses
Watching hues fly and fall where they may
We’ve awoken, together, reminded
Of a night before where we became
Careless
And the evidence of love
Striped and fanned out before us
So I watched as your arms reached the ceiling
Turning to me with lifted eyelids
As your lips remain motionless
But say everything
We, as artists in residence,
Living parallel to the movements of the moon
Letting ourselves splash under the waves
Using shades of color to keep warm

12/05/2013

Posted on 12/05/2013
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