I sketch a face
strong of bone
'tis my love
'tis my own
planes of cheek
line of jaw
insistent flesh
sinews raw
something female
in your long curls
but it's plain
that you like girls
I consider
as I mix the paint
I wish to render,
captivate
your sweet fleshtones
rich and warm
The tan quality
of arm
mixing pink
burnt umber, gold
I use brushstrokes
deft and bold
a touch of green
'round your eye's fire
black pupils swollen
with desire
chestnut hair
and eyes of blue
I have finally
captured you
won't put this painting
on my wall
'nor place it in
an attic small
I'll place it in
my heart's museum
a room where
I will always see him
he'll be near
I'll bring him hence
always in remembrance
in him life
I will embue
he is the imagery of
YOU
SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/10/2016
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 11:11 AM UTC
I sketch a face
strong of bone
'tis my love
'tis my own
planes of cheek
line of jaw
insistent flesh
sinews raw
something female
in your long curls
but it's plain
that you like girls
I consider
as I mix the paint
I wish to render,
captivate
your sweet fleshtones
rich and warm
The tan quality
of arm
mixing pink
burnt umber, gold
I use brushstrokes
deft and bold
a touch of green
'round your eye's fire
black pupils swollen
with desire
chestnut hair
and eyes of blue
I have finally
captured you
won't put this painting
on my wall
'nor place it in
an attic small
I'll place it in
my heart's museum
a room where
I will always see him
he'll be near
I'll bring him hence
always in remembrance
in him life
I will embue
he is the imagery of
YOU
SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/10/2016
