The Painter

Jennifer Paige©1995

Master scenewright

You with the paint under your fingernails

Beautify me as you do the canvas

My skin may not be as pale

Nor as textured

            It is as plain

Illuminate my flesh with your silent poetry

With brush and with fingers

            Somewhat between a thought and a thing, your art

            The music you make so well

I want to be a piece in you collection

On display for your eyes only

My lines complimented by your color

A one of a

Original

So beautiful to your tired eyes

And when you touch me

            So gentle, so pure

Color bleeds from the sable

Pigments melt together in sweet aesthetic harmony

And when you hold me

            Then you will see

            You shall know

That I am yours alone

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