should i
admire
your talent
when
i gave you
the brush,
the canvass
to paint
my
soul,
my
body?
upon each
brushstroke,
your eyes
would
linger
on
the span
of my hips.
you said,
i am
your
woman
as you exhibit
me
for everyone
to see.
interesting take on an artist..
very revealing. this must be about an ex? has the flavor of resentment and a bad ending...
I've known more than my share of these "artists". Very well-written piece many of us can see ourselves in. Pat