Museum of Memories

"it is so long since my heart has been with yours

shut by our mingling arms through

a darkness where new lights begin and 

increase,

since your mind has walked into

my kiss as a stranger

into the streets and colours of a town -

that i have perhaps forgotten

how,always(from

these hurrying crudities

of blood and flesh)Love

coins His most gradual gesture,

and whittles life to eternity

-after which our separating selves become museums

filled with skillfully stuffed memories"

- E. E. Cummings (Love and its Mysteries)

my thanks to Don Nigro for the Cummings book

painting by Anna Contessa 

evening of 3/9/16

acrylic on canvas