for love has no template

Van Gogh…Reynolds…Durer
brushed themselves on canvas
solitary
in their oil paint love work
all dread implication
stark as sun glare
on white walls in empty plazas…
wolf howl edging canyons…
a parting in dry grass

that love has no template
except self…existence
and a hand hold name…
that I love you
means I love me

so let’s embrace…beloved
compound the paradox
and I shall love you loving me
and…loving you

it is a starting place

Bonnie Marshall

Artist: Joshua Reynolds, 1747