I don’t want to write about:
The blushing of your cheeks
Or the softness of your curves
Or the rose tint of your lips,
parted, as if to kiss –
No, it’s unfeminist.
I don’t want to write about:
The stillness of your gaze
Or the flutter of your breath
Or how you press me to the page
with every careful sketch
A model brought to bits
By charcoal fingertips-
But no, it’s unfeminist.
Instead, I try to say
with every smudge upon the page
That the highlights of your form
make my day in every way
And if I could catch you in this light
And draw myself a perfect life –
with my papers carefully packed
I’d head on home,
invite you back.
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