By Gala
Date: 7 October 2000
L'ecole du Desir
Oh, I tried to be worldly
when you asked to capture me
committing me to canvas---
trying not to shiver
that you spoke a heart deep wish
while your soft brown eyes
shone with some dancing spark
that lit a wick in my soul---
or was it a fuse?
And you saw the tremor,
watched my shoulders shake
with other than my usual glee
and said quietly
You will beautiful, you know.
And my fingers shook
as I undid that silken cord,
my breath caught and held
and suddenly
i shoved aside that silly girl,
threw back my hair,
met your eye
and tossed off the wrapper
with a bravado I never would have guessed.
I blazed at you
daring you to catch
what it was you saw in me
and your brush flew---
paint
sweat
breathing
until it seemed I could feel each stroke
the paint slick on my skin,
a touch that lingered
drawing something hidden
but not altogether unknown to the surface.
And you painted harder----
and somehow the cerulean
landed on my thigh.
You hastened over to brush it away-----
unmindful that your hands
were a vivid rainbow pallette
all their own
and suddenly I was striped with colors------
and we laughed---only for a moment.
Then you seized two tubes---three,
and holding my glance
you drew a fat stripe of paint
from my collarbone,
slipping around my breasts
down
a different shade for my navel
then fushia for my thighs
and delicately,
with infinite patience
you drew the brush in strokes
while I lay beneath your hands
trying not to arch or wriggle
trying almost not to breath
until that instant
when you tossed the brush aside---
oh and your fingers
and the paint
sliding over my skin
as you knelt over me,
intent on your art.
I am mortal---------
my breath broke
half sigh, half plea
and I did not have to ask twice.
I became your canvas
breathing
writhing
and we glowed to art together
oh god
the color
the texture
the things I learned
at your hands
in L'ecole du desir..........
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