the art of painting any given day
time spent planning is seldom reminisced. with
all course of challenge, so neatly tucked away,
as that moment when your lips I first did kiss.
foreshadowed plans placed to an empty shelf.
forgotten to author, so forgotten to a season well at hand.
brushing one kiss to my kiss, against
the symmetry of an artist's purse.
a canvas replaced, revised
as love does revise any corporal man,
impressing daylight to a wall
not given to shape or such prior colors versed,
allowing love give way
to the making of loves own
intrinsic master plan. a portrait
not envisioned, not drawn - but immortally rehearsed.
a vision painted as only the truest mortal can....