An Alter for Waterhouse

even if

i ignite a dozen Picassos and Monets

they wouldn't be able

to illuminate her features

when she draws closer to the stone wall

of my room,

stealing the fragrance

from my roses

in exchange that i may catch

a glimpse of her

for a moment

i thought

i would take a redolence from her

if she leans at a stone's throw

that is until

the wind becomes relentless

and blows out the candle fire

i almost swear she glimmered

underneath the Matisse

by Jonathon Scott Nixon