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By redplasticroses Date: 2007 Aug 04 Comment on this Work [[2007.08.04.22.13.11300]] |
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I close my eyes and remember you small details picked up by the scrutinizing eye of an artist Had I the talent I would have painted you that afternoon in June on a large fresh canvas caught every small detail the way the sky with her billowing clouds wrapped around you the sun picking up the highlights of your salt and pepper hair and casting shadows on your face the freshly cut grass of the river bank your pedestal the reflection of the harbor in the corner of your eyes as they looked at me with the undeniable look of love Had I the talent I would have captured that moment in oils you in your black shirt and wrinkled trousers in the late afternoon as long shadows fell and the gulls watched but what my masterpiece would not show is the woman with subtle crows feet and paint on her hands who remembers ever so vividly the way your fingers tasted in my mouth how your body fit mine so perfectly and how so many could-have-beens never happened no, the world will not read my scribblings nor will they know of my emptiness they will not see my memories that are locked away in my mind the world will see my masterpiece that small glimpse of the time you let your fear of being hurt fall away and loved me the way every woman deserves to be loved Many have that for a lifetime My masterpiece embodies a sliver of time late on a summer afternoon |