I had a dream
that a man and I were making a painting together,
each of us making one quick stroke before sliding it back to the other.

We were painting a pair of eyes,
blue, like I used to paint.

I would concentrate with my thin brush
and turned the hairs in eyebrows into
wriggling creatures of the sea,
with a silver shine to each of their scales
as they dashed and dove,
before breaking the surface

During our painting he tried to convince me
to run the company that produced these canvases
to run the art gallery that featured artists
to run anything, and he became exasperated
while I just smiled, squirming a little
for all I wanted to do


             was to draw a pair

                                           of great big blue eyes

                 as deep as the ocean

                                             and as shiny
                                                               as fishscales