Borrow My Fingers' Voice

BORROW MY FINGERS’ VOICE . . . . .` ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ . . . . . could you, Monet...borrow my fingers’ voice as my desire runs through your pastel bones? and in your artist’s blood i mix...by choice the oiled smudge of me in these dusking tones through joys and moans, is there time to rejoice, to sketch love’s hand, though inks plummet as stones? on canvas, a trace of me will remain i am the sky, the elements, the crane ottava rima all rights reserved © --for Brian Strand’s Any 2,4,6 or 8line form— -- by nette onclaud