We cut the canvas into small, perfect squares
four equal sides
placing them beside one another
in a formulated mosaic (looking nothing like the original).
Changing the art of love into the science of love
with principles, periodics, a gross amount of pride.
I know now
what was wrong with us, wasn't us at all,
but our insistence on facts and percentages,
the need to be right.
an inebriated desire to prove a theory
instead of making art for love's sake.
(Penned in 2009)