You,

Paid me better than I paid you.

We made a war of art

For no reason,

That I can remember.

Remember how I threw you

Words

Spilling your laughter

Out

How I wrote you down

Like short prayers

And “God” was your eyes

And God, your hair

Was a thing to worship.

And you,

Threw me

Colors that drown out words

Drew me down to your

Canvas

Entrancing swirls that told

Me all I needed to know

Of all you wanted to say

You were poetry in motion

A silent film

Tapping code to me in

The breaking clips

As my fingertips were

Fixed to widening screen

And my hands

And My eyes

Told me everything

You could ever mean to say.