You paint me
in the nude
in the nude
both model & artist
sans clothes
you sublimating
your desire
into paint
until what’s done is done
and you remove the canvas
that comes between us
I becoming
once again
the real live flesh
& blood
that hungers
for your love.
My painted perfection
looking down on us
from its pedestal
this easel
this all too human man
kissing you divine
as you come & come &...
paint still glistening
upon your fingertips.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nice compostion.