a rushing of water
a tapping of feet
th clinking of wood
as the brush handles meet
the click of the paint tubes
the grunt of your breath
as the dried one hesitates
you pull and it opens
you stop to decide
a rustle of plastic
as you pull out a plate
the rush of the music
as it pulls to the right side of your mind
a tapping of plastic
the grinding of tile
as wood scrapes across
the hiss of your breath
as you try to decide
the feeling of smoothness
at the marriage of two
whose match was made and decided by you
canvas and paint meet
to never divorce
and their child is the story
that you will enforce