The explanation for this piece is in the title, it comes across the topic of love, loss and art. It presents itself as a narrative of a failed love affair between an artist and his muse.
When we were art
She and I like a lilting song
in a smoky room,
like grand echoes beneath a
cathedral dome,
the scent of coffee and sweet perfume
breathing Parisian air while painting portraits
of the graceful turn of her lovely leg,
cashews and roaring chefs,
there were hurricanes and laughter,
tearing lingerie with tip of pen performing
minuets that tore a tear from my lover’s eye
we were the warmth of light,
the mystery of winter nights,
we were art and the fall of kingdoms,
we were forever
now all my forevers have come and
gone.
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