Mona's Secret

You greet me, hand extended, unable
to pull your eyes above my neck.
You're excited--the alcohol
I smell lubing the inner workings
of your scattered artistic mind.
You tell me to sit, then stumble
around, fumbling to gather supplies
--a lost puppy I could cuddle.
You ready yourself, wet the tip
of your brush, using slow strokes
for delicate lines.  I straighten
my back, neck erect, and release
the tension in my thighs.  My cheeks
flush as you curve the corners
of my lips upward with ease.

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

What a beautiful image. Such vivid emotion. As an artist I see such color, such vulnerability mixed with confidence.