River run swiftly
   against the crooked sky
race the gulls
   with all thy might.

Bring me there--
   I pray thee -- run!
Bring me quickly to her door
   before sun rises overhead.

With chocolates wrap'd in gold
   bracelets of amethyst--
songs from memory--
   let her remember.

Before the world stops spinning
   let me see--
the smile of noon day
   and the chime of laughter.

That steady gaze--
   so constant, so sure...
her fingers brush the canvas--
   Apple Red for Lotus Girl...

Mistress to the canvas--
   stain out your heart.
I'll study the shameless paint
   as your choc'lates sit on the table.