Standing with you before Kirchner's street walker
glowing with acid green and flashing orange,
our colours, dressed in light together, across
an unknown German evening in the past,
I turned to watch you looking at it
and that was a painting all in itself.
We stood so long time almost lost us,
stayed in that moment together as the
acres of the painting stretched away.
It could have been months, years.
Your face was lit up like a flower
open in the evening, you seemed so happy,
like you were about to start laughing,
and I thought about looking, how we were both
looking at each other, and that through the image
we saw a shared love in the other.
The beauty couldn't stay in the painting,
it came out to us, because we saw and knew it.
And I have been watching your flower open two years.
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