I want to wrap you in words
the way you wrap the white
spaces
in vibrant colors that jump
into multidimensionality
at the guidance of your
focused tongue
between your lips or
the precision of paint
splatters
on fingertips.
I want to configure these
thin black lines to match
the muscular curve of
shoulders
that flex and knot under such
concentration;
as if your directed intensity
of gaze
could see into the bold lines
and shadows.
The spotlight of attention is
intense, indeed.
Intense, the way that respect
raises hairs on my arms,
the way that curves of
fertile hips
birth echoes of smiling lips.
It is intense when a subject
that I have studied,
transfixed and starstruck
by the beauty of differently
configured atoms--
the very glowing center of a
forming constellation
slowly and heavily drawing in
all of the heavenly bodies--
turns to affix an equal gaze
upon my shell-shocked face.
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