Matisse In Monet's Colours
Running like deer on the hills of milk
Throbbing pulses yield suspension and
timid yet alertful excitement in extreme
bashfulness with lethal strikes against
shyness, in a game of childish hide-and-seek...
Geraniums blooming red dots from afar, upon the
window sills of the city houses
down deep in the valley, protected by the trees...
...Dying up here, with you, is like achieving
Heaven!
