I desire the talents of an artist
I have a vision in my mind
distorted, his face is frightening
body misshapen, mouth agape, disfigured
epitome of an entire soul destroyed, drawn on paper
lined in charcoal, etched in demise
crying into the night
around his monstrous waist
tender arms do embrace
such a demon, a beast
her face caressed in absolute beauty
seeking to tame something so torn
in one soft touch of love