I stood calmly at an Art Gallery intensely staring at the painting in front of me,
the knowledge it would later bring I could not foresee.
I studied it….
I undressed it….
I questioned it…..
I felt some type of way about it I admit.
Browns, greens, and grays, yellows, oranges, and blues….
all blended together, the painting was slowly becoming my muse.
My eyes focused….
A image appeared….
A man sitting behind his counterpart, his hands across her body, his hands placed over her heart,
I thought this was a poetic piece of Art, I picked it out, paid for it, took it home to hang it.....
I noticed a caption at the bottom of it, which read,
possession through the heart.