he was sugar-coated
in gold
to behold him
a god
when the sun strikes his
muscled chest and legs
he posed
still as a sky cloud
caught between currents
as painters around him
buzz as bees circling, hungry for
honey
even though he is a skilled actor
poised as delicious cake puff
he could not veil
his eyes
she saw what no else saw
her fingers became his mirror
her brush became his
raw
poetry
in her canvas, he was a
bird in a cage
colorful feathers flickered out
& weighed
down by black ink, her
oils dripped
dripping
until it resembles
the swelling tear
clouds
his eyes
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Meeting the Bar, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.
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