To Paint A Saint ii

A Poem by Heath Muchena

love me from a distance she would
and said she’d always be my fan
even though she never liked the things she read
and would forbear to shoulder the weight of words and sinful spills from my pen

said because she’s the inspiration
i should seek license before i write about her without restraint
and i shouldn’t dare depict her at all
if i do not paint her a saint

so i promised to give her all the credit
and never play a trick the way Watson and Crick did on Rosalind Franklin
since without her there’d be no double helix

also vowed to only speak tongue in cheek
keep the writing in context and not far-fetched
and only publish what she deems tasteful like lunch to suit the locavore palate