I lower my hands
and step in your line
of sight. I'm quite
embarassed
that you've seen
the painting
that may just look
like your reflection.
I'm not quite sure
why you have no clothes
on top, but I quite enjoy
the view.
And my mind
is already
painting images
on imaginary
canvases.
DU LIEST GERADE
Something Unheard
PoetryYou’ll be the muse for my art and I’m sure that your clumsiness will inspire everything I do. Novel in verse. Unfinished #2 Co-written by s.m. brooks and n.m. w. 2015.
