With Steady Hands, A Still Life Poem by Kewayne Wadley

In the dark painted picture,
Hung upon light colored drywall. Breathed life.
Dark hues of violet covered the horizon.
Blending with dark shades of grey, Between you & I.
Holding the moon in the palm of it's hand.
The night. Naked full of glee. Full Of shapes.
Feeding Large rectangles and squares painted in the darkest grey,
Yellow and white lights trim the window seals & pasty white stars.
Towering the street and the park benches hidden
in front of the alley ways. Lightly breathing.
There I can still feel your head on my shoulder
The clouds of breath that appear in front of us.
A witness to the mental images
Being cast into the cold air, A solemn column of steady hands.
creating our own clouds, dissipating into each others silence.
A glimpse of forever. Stretching across the sky.
A sensation of warmth stopping to breathe.
Too small to seen in the painting
The clouds that slowly evolve into the night.
With our backs turned
The glow of your eyes highlight the stars
Dressed wearing an violet skirt with white polka dots
beneath the pale electric lights. Vibrant. Humming in delight.
Small abstract diamonds that glitter through the violet night.
With lack of sleep, shining for all to see
Lost in the insomnia of beauty.
With backs turned
We stared at an everlasting glimpse of eternity
As the paint dried,
Hand in hand silently breathing
against the light colored drywall