She is my poems

She is my palm reader
Reading thoughts
Before its penned
Printing it on my lips
With a passionate kiss
To be said perfectly

She is a painting, an artist
Posing as a model
Entering a fitting room
Getting out with a dress
Entering again
And getting out, vulnerable
Standing there, posing bare

She is dipping herself
In a nearby lake of words
I leaned for a closer look
Under the abstract water
To see
A reflection of me

Written by M-E