FRUIT AND SCREWDRIVERS

Until this canvas, none of us had known
or marveled at the closeness you have shown
between a flat

No praise to raise for proffered prose
Without a theme within that grows,
Like blossoms bloom in early spring
Create the beauty

Ink and paint

Fused by desire -

Sunlit tango of two.  

I sketched rainbows under your eyelashes

You sprinkled my heart

How haunting, these paintings of food
still life, oil on canvas, or wood
A lonely banana, sitting on a plate
or an orange,

Brushes and paint droplets,
Scattered on the floor,
A beaten man, face in hands,
Bent low before the score,
Facing, finally,