The Art Poem by Suzanne Bronson
The Art
Into my eager eyes –
the control on canvas,
the caress of marble –
of skin, components, and ideals.
The muscles and emotion
of creator and created
from the dust that is ourselves.
My eyes will hold you
as long as justice will allow.
Yet if my self be as simple
as a kiss,
let my mouth rest
on the unblinking effigy
and leave no mark.
2007 Suzanne Bronson
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