My MICHAELangelo.

Only been without you
five long, Blank Canvas days.
The whole of Painted Summer
is sprawled before me.
But I can't see the colors.

No beautiful Hazel-Greens,
like your Eyes.
No accute Yellow-Blondes,
Like your too-short Hair.
No sharp, deep, Crystalline Blues,
like your favorite Color.
Lost the Vibrancy,
like that which you
Etch into my Life.

A Broken Tile,
fallen from the ceiling.
You fit me back
into place.

Michaelangelo,
you Paint me,
as I Kiss your Heart.

* * *

Written for my baby, whom I miss more everyday. I love you.