Easeled well, you’re my canvas, girl,
you’re chiaroscuro, swirls of umbra
whiffs of floribunda, you’re my light
in dark, my chocolate. You’re weight-
less words, a pillowed wait for spring,
the needle’s sting, a soft anesthesia.
Come girl, my painting synthesis why do
you lure me, turn your back at me?
Linked to Magpie Tales
February 28, 2016