© Susi Franco

He is arrived

On the threshold of my life,

Augur of great Promise

Precursor of my Joy.

A metamorphosed Rodin bronze

My heart oft speculates

What rapture it might be

Acclimating to his nearness.

Panoply of colors rich and earthy

Raw umber, sienna, hematite

Flow gracefully in the symphony
of portrait in motion

He is.

Smiles and mood transposing with equal facility

Shifting subtly

Shadows and light dappling his countenance.

Worshipping,
I view him

As one worships in the Louvre,

Desperate to commit

Each violently beautiful hue and brush stroke

To memory

Acutely mindful

That memory

Is the only ownership

Available to me.