Commission In Vermillion Poem by Mark Heathcote

Commission In Vermillion



With a brushstroke or two, here thereabout
I'm commissioned-by-your smile to kiss you.
Lips pouting like an oil pallet about
to start a masterpiece love imbued.

I must pose for a portrait; never flinch
a muscle, a fibre of my being
especially from a hardnosed clinch
meant to keep you blissfully dreaming.

Commission In Vermillion
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