Michelangelo
(for Jay Fuller)
 
These clumsy hands
Would paint
With the fervor
Of Michelangelo,
each brilliant stroke
adapting to love's hues,
cherubs dancing across the heights,
some of them falling into darkness,
some golden
where sunlight trickles
in veins of light
through our bedroom window.
 
Right now, watching you leave
in fury,
I should paint a lighthouse
and calm the sea,
send a swift current of love
from my heart to yours,
and beckon you home.
 
If I could,
I would paint us always
in the loveliest colors,
erasing a dark moment to color it
 with a rainbow,
but how beautiful your colors are now
even in its darkest shades,
how lovely you are,
even in a storm.