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

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