My mind paints
the very first time
we met,
over and over.
Sketches out
a turbulent romance,
trying to catch the fire.
Street art,
graffiti,
meet classical techniques
as I try
to depict
our intertwining fates.
Digital,
mixed media,
vie to be a token
of the good times
and the bad.
No medium between
who we have been
and who we are now.
Captured in an AI rendering;
not hope,
not love,
not desperation.
The way oils
need the canvas,
or watercolor,
the paper,
or tattoo ink,
the skin,
we have become
some inextricable expression.
You and I;
photographs,
and memes.
Just two
and this whole life
a scene.
Thought perfected
with you
as my muse,
filling my mind’s eye
with images
and pictures
of you.
HG – 2022
