Matisse Model
you and I Henri we like keeping the door
in sight I'm drawn to what you draw
the door the window
you look down on the Bay of Nice
without going down the fish are gold
and in a jar good to know the unwieldy world
is out there good to tuck it in a box
personally I like keeping one hand
on the doorknob one eye on you
behind the apples and asphodels
behind the silence an empty violin case
you know you could leave
the deep the rich the warm
configured textures saturated
with the perfume of paints
if you wanted to but you don't
so I'll go gladly and report back
tell you everything slipping
from my robes stretching out
on the tapestries while in the corner
your wife's face flattens in sleep
along a table you smell the salt
wind coming off me
your brush strokes slow
voluptuize me fur-first sliding
from my armchair toward you