I Paint Your Face Poem by James McLain

Picture perfect blush a cheek feathered
faintly brushed a lisa moaned
sweet lips with you.

Athens never waited venus saw before
your birth sretching hand fingers
stroke hot tempered
brow is true.

Inside a bottle lays no mith smokey tendrils
lay adrift floating make up was
a trip always late
with you.

Noting face never flawed music words tounge
have told beauty face always
bold trembled breath
I held.

Treaty eyes a silver lense cameras snap all
pictures sends a golden bolt the
arrow weights a graceful
age new hue.