Deep Silence/Lost

painting by picassoI was lost
in Picasso
deeply immersed
and you went off
with my camera.
It was interesting
later
to see
your eye
reflected,
but at the time
I felt bereft
searing artwork
onto my eyeballs
as photographic memories,
then cross,
and then,
growing ever more
panicked
at your being
NOWHERE
I can’t speak French
I hate the thought
of my ineptitude
but I was going to have to
find the words
for
husband/short/glasses/takes your breath away a little
and then there you were
calmly cataloguing
Picasso’s wife.

I have never been so relieved. I leant into you and breathed you in.

We were lost
together
in Paris
free
deep silence
between us
no words
and we knew none
anyway
and couldn’t be bothered
to speak
save for
cafe au lait
steak-frites
and
of course
the universal
sign language
for
let’s go back to the hotel

Trudi Murray 25.4.16

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