they are
painters two
stroking color
from palettes borrowed
like Matisse painting
Monet in Cezanne
water color portraits
drawn of sable softly
stroked on canvas
dawning
passion
from exotic oils
boldly flaming intensity
pure of hue
thalo-midnight and alabaster
reflecting
blu
harmony and melody
they are two
born from the heart
of harps refrained
in echoes caressed
from the throat
of the violin
sighing
mystery and ancient history
chiding she in soliloquy
as scribed by he
they are
poets two
breathing mist and verse
in rhythm drawing
close
to the last
word.
~haze
07/27/99
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