Vanishing Paintings

Emotional and rational beasts

In twilight’s somber hues, I recall, The words you spoke, a poem enthralling: "You ventured to this mortal plane, To witness the sun’s radiant reign; With cherished souls, strolling the street, In unison, our hearts did beat."

You once inquired, as I brushed the canvas, "What thoughts consumed me, do confess, Speak truth or falsehood, if you may, In this moment, what do you portray?"

"First, a falsehood, then the truth revealed, Yet quantum principles do not yield, So, one choice you must embrace, Shall I share falsehoods or truths in this space?"

"Then I choose the truth, this time, I say, What lies within your mind today, As in this painting's essence, I find, An embrace with you, gentle and kind; Yearning to remove your gossamer attire, For my desires, I truly aspire; To be a beast, untamed and wild, To lay you down on a bed so mild."

"Why then, do you not act on this desire, When your thoughts and wishes conspire, To paint and capture me in your art, Why keep your passions locked apart?"

"For I know, inevitably, you'll depart, And only through art can I hold you, my heart. Thank you for visiting on this dreary eve, And for the painting you alone receive."

"Grateful I am for the art you've made, Farewell, my love," you gently bade.

"Farewell," I whispered, as you walked away, In the shadows of twilight, you did sway.