Something Unheard

him - artist's offer

I can't hear what you say,

my entire being

is focused on the canvas

in front of me

for the moment.

Once I've finished

painting the white

rabbit at the bottom

looking up at you

admiringly,

I set down my

paint brush

and rub my hands

on my jeans,

ridding them of

wet paint.

I wipe a corner

of the paint away,

tempted this

time to wipe

it on your cheek,

but I grab the black

marker in my

back pocket.

I sign my name,

and smile.

"Thank you."

I take a sip

of the brandy

and look at you closely.

"You want to spend

the night?"

I offer, only because

it appears you've

grown comfortable.

You have yet to put on

your shirt, and I'll

give you the

painting

and anything else

if you want it.

No questions asked.