In My Dreams

I'll buy some
   Chardonnay
   canvas
and
   bright
   acrylic
   paint.

we will both be half-naked

(with our clothes torn up)

and
    stupor
around the house -

you will melt chocolate
   for dessert
then throw me out for some

cool
critique
of your
attempt
at
art.

(we argue in French accents and puff embellished pipes)

I stagger out
I stagger back

we burn our
    early-work
and
    start again:

spreading the last sheet
   side
      to
   side
across our bed

oiling each other up
   with
primary
    colour
        pigments

covering
    our hands
in
black.

dont worry
the heat of our love
   will
keep it slick.

our magnum opus,
"fucking till we reach purple and orange"