Angry green angel
seen from a different angle
on canvas rests.
I, below, behold
dream and go,
let go -

While you rest captive
I figure on the day without
a smile fallen on the museum floor
figurative the framed day that holds
your weightless presence -

Pyxides and little boxes
exposed,  my dream now explodes
(a mosaic)
in a thousand and two parcels of you(th)
that were growing in me
like a Merovingian cross
planted
there
/
iron nails turned
into precious stones
/
your sweet irony
playing hide and seek
in my mind
/
childlike
slipping with socks
on the lustrous marble floor -

When the hour’s busy
and I’m alone
I finally know where to find you
/
a  miracle fish that jumps out of water
an alluring clue in a book of hours
I touch the vellum of  the illuminated manuscript
and have your gold on my finger
to taste
/
I’m soothed
fed
my newfound enthusiasm
is the satin lining of my novel heart
allayed by you
while footsteps die away
in the gallery
where you’re imprisoned
in paint -

Outside the museum,
I see him young and free
to hold tight
a grown angel
my appetite
a different angle of me -