embarrassed . . . ?
or just tired of fighting me?
i lift her latest work
and it is so . . .
so dark with glittering motes in the depths
so . . . words . . . there are no words
for the inner beauty of this
“There is a passion buried deep within me
It lays quiet, seemingly dormant
And If you didn’t pay close attention
You’d miss it completely . . .
I just never feel satisfied with this . . .”
she indicates the work
I paint my lips with her words
and render her