. . . she dances in the lonely desert of a man’s dry heart.
She trembles inside the silence of flesh vaults.
… tanned legs so beautiful they make your heart ache.
My love is like a red, red begonia. Doesn’t work.
The snake splits open, unpeeling its old self against an exposed root.
Allan Harbour is a West Virginia artist who paints in oils. This painting was done for Jennie, his wife.
Here is what color cannot do,
unmask the homeliest form.
Our love . . . an age freckled map.
Stand still as the falcon passes close behind . . .
. . . spring bullied us into wakefulness.