matisse

there was something

matisse

about her

& me too

which is why

I guess

we had atttractions

the too dark hair

eyes

not knowing clear

our fathers

mothers

any family for that matter

she had details

on her adoptives

their lack of sex life

which I felt

as too much information

meant their need to adopt

of her & her sister

from another mother father

which helped her

understand my people

we were just

one matisse finding another

Matisse

she loved Matisse

like all girls do

wanted that blue cut out woman

on her wall

but strangely knew nothing

of Collioure Amelie scandales

while I appreciated Van Gogh

Dali Picasso

who she could not understand

though I tried explaining about light

playfulness in seeing

things as they are

rather than what they seem

which to me

was what old henri stood for

clear the bar

I wanted to talk to Pablo

get his understanding on women

like Frida knew

I’d ask Salvador for the real recipe

on paella ‘cos that cat dug it

& Vincent I’d walk with in the evenings

listening for hints on light the sun

Matisse would inform best on

what to do

when the sky falls in

& Jackson & me

we’d drain a bottle two

while Toulouse sinks the green

positively obscene looking up

watching Edgar D

clear the bar

again

Matisse

she loved matisse

wanted me to copy a design

for a window blind

hang on

I’m a sculptor in materials

writer of words

no matter she said

so I set to

managed to draw one leg

on the blind

not being good with 2D scale

no matter she said

I kinda like it

though I never saw the blind

or my drawing ever again

she loved matisse

& only told me

she loved me

much later

after we had parted

no matter

Matisse

she brought it out to me

& I knew nothing of Matisse

though Van Gogh &

Pablo have always struck a chord

she wanted me to reproduce

a piece

on a blind for her room

I started in one corner

& blew the proportion

only one of my failures for her

-there were to be no happy accidents

ours was a misunderstood time

made from education in differing disorders

I doubt she knows I still love her

& if she did no doubt would not care

of the two of us I think I get Matisse now

he understood to love once

is to always love

even if the lover

is no longer there

Matisse

she loved matisse

wanted me to copy a design

for a window blind

hang on

I’m a sculptor in materials

writer of words

no matter she said

so I set to

managed to draw one leg

on the blind

not being good with 2D scale

no matter she said

I kinda like it

though I never saw the blind

or my drawing ever again

she loved matisse

& only told me

she loved me

much later

after we split up

no matter