Black and White

Does the color of your thoughts fall between
the black and white, inside shadows, along their cryptic edges
where my teeming reality is recreated; where, through shadows,
they may resolve the discordance between art and the illusion of physical existence?

Do the places between black and white confuse your
expression of abstraction, clamored with the complexities
of color that are ill-defined in the mind’s eye?

How your lines fall with calculated imperfection,
rubbed and pulled, mirrored with asymmetry,
the delicate strokes of vision, the beautiful you,
blending, obscuring verticals and horizontals,
teasing the mind, seductively, with your allusions and held breaths.

Fingers dance, beguiled by black dust, seducing the page, each
fluid movement drawn to the last, each finger invoking a
sense. Images, watery, undulate toward the corners of some
reconstructed reality, haunting, in the wake of angles,
feeling, with your mind, the passionate you, the colors,
inexpressible colors, consumed by shadows, by black and white.