PICTURE PORTRAIT

PICTURE PORTRAIT

just catching sight of you
my breath hitching
                 felt you had
offered me a, portrait grabbed
from the Louvre

then as i fell in love
stolen it back from me

and now
     what I saw today
does not remind me
of anything in that picture

later
   I was priveleged to contemplate
how Picasso, Dali,
Modigliani
   had rendered you

finding a teasing asymmetry
in their disparate interpretations

leaving
    me wondering how
I might paint you if I had
measurable talent
in that medlum

what life
     I might endow, what
life distill

and with that life
          how close to the absurd
magic of
      you stepping out
of that frame, in our
own special re-enactment of
that ancient
mythology of the artist
              turning stone
to flesh
     turning

two
    dimensional representation
into the very walking, talking,
beathing relection
of desire

from light and play
of shape and form

not from words,
           obviously.