Masterpiece
Once, I put pencil to paper
and recalled your shape
so perfect
and I made you a masterpiece.
From every curve came a story,
sensuous and intoxicating
and I traced them with my eyes,
and then saw them with my hands.
I laid you on a canvas
and colored in your skin,
those rosy cheeks and pale eyes.
You walked out of my canvas,
you spilled all of my paint,
but this masterpiece remains all mine.