the heart.
a heart was painted on canvas at dinnertime
in the midst of laughter & embarrassing memorables.

coloured in her blues & ice as though recently shipwrecked,
it clashed with the musk of a third glass of wine.

it melted into the paper’s weight,
absorbing the music of two lives colliding.

his reds were opaque with a firm pursuing
of what he had been searching & for whom he had desired.

the opaque & the ice became one,
a juxtapositional melody humming vibrantly in harmony.


the hearts.**
meanwhile, his eyelashes, full & plush, gazed toward her flourishings
as she ran her fingers across his own parchment symphonies.

he rested one hand on the cusp of his palette,
the other entangled in his sable hair,

& she held close a momentary glimpse of euphoria
whilst she nibbled on the edge of his paintbrush.

as they shared this evening with each other,
the hopes & dreams they kept,

her blues & his reds blended as one;
part of him had become hers.
(& she, his. )