Cross of Mine
Inspired by Hans Hoffmann's Laburnum
It is in chaos that I thrive,
in the spirals and drips
of my thoughts made manifest, splashed
frantically in your gaze,
in the the push-pull affair between
colors warm and cool.
Could you exist here, too,
not just as a spectator in your
familiar pose: arms akimbo, legs
planted flush against earth,
but as a lover, a dancer,
a gunshot, a virus in my veins?
Will you be the one to finally hoist
up my red-soaked cross,
the one I have carried west to east,
south to north,
the one I mend and cradle daily
while you merrily dream?
Or will you walk away
and give back
the spilled blue of my essence that
reached for your pulse in song?
*Published by The Ekphrastic Review on 3/24/19