Melissa Greener: Music

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Quartier Latin, le tois de l’atelier. We met in a flash and I left the same way. The lights of the Louvre were the line of our gaze. No time to lose, just one day to paint. We discussed and debated, and anticipated of art and of love and provisions there of. Sienna sunset with umber and wine, it haloed your hair, and it halted the time.

Lovers don’t meet everyday, even in Paris. I haven’t greeted a stranger this way in forever and a day.

Lovers come and lovers go in and out the studio. The viscous liquids ebb and flow through body parts and parts of clothes. Pour out your heart a great master piece until mine bleeds vermillion all over the sheets. Oil and mineral glass and bone, lead and lye; canvas that’s latticed with crosses pulled tight. Hung on the mantle in gold-leaf brocade. Perched on the pillow to view what we’ve made.

All this will be gone in a day, my portrait to follow. Oh Paris, I’ll return one day, after forever and a day.

River Seine winds below the rooftops I’ve come to know a distant train is moaning. Through the open window, I depart for the old depot over coble stones through the city. Porous, my skin dilates, paint rippling my wake. A century - one day together. Oh Paris, I swear it, I’ll return one day after forever.

© Melissa Greener