Pierre Bonnard would enter
the museum with a tube of paint
in his pocket and a sable brush.
Then violating the sanctity
of one of his own frames
he'd add a stroke of vermilion
to the skin of a flower.
Just so I stopped you
at the door this morning
and licking my index finger, removed
an invisible crumb
from your vermilion mouth. As if
at the ritual moment of departure
I had to show you still belonged to me.
As if revision were
the purest form of love.

by Linda Pastan

Comments (6)

Sensual capture and possession so well shown As if revision were the purest form of love Wonderful lines Adrian Flett
Prime example of a mother's sentiments. Comforting.
Although I like the notion that revision is a form of ownership and in some sense an EXPRESSION of love, I disagree that expression of ownership is love in its purest sense. Not a very idealistic version of love, I don't think. I don't know.
Bloody deep piece of writing, portraying so forcefully the sentiment of rapidly evaporating love. And the painter adding one last finishing touch parallel nails this piece, Lind. F**k, you're good! Are you ever coming back? Warm regards, Gina (scoring this at 10) .
You have not received the attention you deserve as a poet. Such a shame, that more have not read and commented on your work. I will see what I can do about that :) Would love to hear from you. No biography? ? Kind regards Gyp's
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