The Naked Artist

 

You can always find him

in The Thinker's position

contemplating his next stroke

stroking

 

Diva

He could be referred to as

adoring exposure yet pitying beauty

that could not would not

contain his vision

 

For he often alters

any appendage that would fit

to be compared to his

and loves that he was the grander

 

If he says, "Over"

He would bend

If he says, "Open"

She would spread

 

When he finishes

he would hold their hand and walk them to

view the piece

They shy and want to come

for him again

 

And again

And proves his reputation

securing it along the length of

the brush that splattered the canvas

 

Immortalizing them

Reviews

[KaySea]

i love this poem.

[Gracie-San]

Oh, this was surprisingly sexy and clever. I loved it.