how can she, an artist,
make him, her own artwork
when the art itself
is an artist himself
she could only stand back and watch
as he sculpted his past
and sketched his present
until he reached out to her
with a paint-stained hand,
gestured to the blank canvas
of the future and said,
"would you like to create
a masterpiece with me?"
to wjh-- a fellow artist whom i love.
6/13 of the Pocketry Series