Nothing Fancy - Collaboration With Chris Green
I wound her around my pinky
She wrapped her heart
in cellophane
and gave it me for my birthday
I gave her myself
in rough paper
Nothing fancy, just the pieces
she seemed to like
no bows, no card
and she accepted it excitedly
as if she somehow knew
it wasn’t me
I painted her a cup and saucer
she filled it to the brim
with smiles
she added ample milk and sugar
to my canvas, white
pure delight
As we sipped on memories,
not those of the past,
but coming
where a blank canvas waited
anticipating brush strokes,
colorfully expressed
***
September 10, 2017
Copyright © Chris Green and Darren White
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