Waking to Fresh Paint and Passion

it means ‘suffering’,   you know,     dreamily
she rolls her eyes to glance over to my side
of the bed,     ‘passion’ means suffering;   you’d think
folks might take that into account before they
insist on their passion for this and that.
all night she painted me on canvas,   though
the figure there is no mirror,   hardly
recognizable really,   and in colors
nature might find untenable,   yet somehow
she’s captured a mood of me true to last night’s
wonder,   saturation of attention,
intent focus on learning her mystery   —
a journey worth a lifetime one moment
after another, destination unknown.

david m pitchford
29 April 2013


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