In an Affair, the Brush Barely Touches the Canvas
At dawn,
before breakfast,
before the indulgence, the words, and the aftermath
I needed the truth.
That slippery serpent that chokes and discards.
You smiled thinly,
“Perceive what you will,” you said, “I need to shower.”
He was wealthy, and I was a pair of dark glasses you wore occasionally.
He purchased, and I shopped.
A light burns, and a light’s shadow blends.
Color, texture, and shape describe a work of art.
In a relationship,
the foreground is devoured, and the background is lyrical.
the brush barely touches the canvas, and other narratives become possibilities.
Naked and obedient,
you are borrowed like fine art exhibited from gallery to gallery.
Gran Sasso, Italy, became a fist to the chest
as the clouds turned dark,
the heavy rains started, while your scent lingered
on the sheets and in my thoughts.
Fine glass
is never used to secure.
It is to be admired, handled, and then put away.
If dropped, by chance or purpose,
a momentary visual experience
is created
before the chards are swept into a heap
and then discarded.
You were cold and self-absorbed
when you hurried out the door.
I leaned back on the bedroom chair
tapped the tips of my fingers together
and eventually closed my eyes.
Excuses were a credit I believed I deserved.
Yet I understood
how optimism
usually morphs into a sad smile.
You are an illusionist
and your carefully crafted illusion
makes the truth
an uncertainty that chimes
silently and deadly.
Your note
had no inhibitions.
It stood there propped against an empty wine glass.
Your handwriting was graceful, stylish, and to the point.
“Forever was never on my mind.”
Philip received his Master of Arts in Psychology from Simon Fraser University, Vancouver, Canada. He has published five poetry books, three novels and two plays. He has a column in the quarterly magazine Per Niente. He enjoys all things artistic.
Absolutely beautiful!
Praise from a Master – thank you.
I was totally mesmerized by your Words..your descriptions were felt to my Core..so true..so graphic..a stab to The Heart that I felt!
You are very kind. An artist must be naked/honest to be believed and for the art to be authentic. Thank you