I thought I lost this December 12, 2011

I wrote this poem and painted this for Anthony when we were first married:

Purple Kisses

Your kisses are purple

Deep shades of violet

Cascading down my body

Until they reach my

Shoulders

Elbows

Fingertips

Then slowly retracting

As your lips leave my own

Leaving behind

A content rosy orange

I’m enfolded by your essence

Your being fills my mind

‘Til there’s nothing else but you

All my worries left behind

I close my eyes to absorb

Your yellow-green energy

It covers me like a mist

And when I lean my head

Against your chest

It fills me

Swirling with the orange

Creating a sunset

Of emotions

And I’m fully aware

This

Is love

My cares are melting away

Into plain and simple

You

I lost the painting after our first married move, and I’ve been looking for it for 6 years. I just found it in a box of files we were organizing before the “facilities tour.” In my mind, the poem and painting were 2 of the best things I’ve ever done (creatively) but when I found them, I was pretty disappointed. It’s like this every time I look over past art. Every time I picture it in my head or imagine the poem I wrote, it’s this gorgeous bit of perfection, and then I see it and I’m like, “This is what I was so proud of?!” It’s not that I think it’s bad, just not as good as I remembered. OK, some of my poems are pretty bad.

Anyway, here are 2 more pictures I found in the same file:

I still really like this one. I think I might frame it for the girls’ room.

I like the shading and texture on this one.

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