Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

she said I want you to sketch me
in the chair, on the floor, across the sofa
and I said sure, do you have some outfits in mind ?
lingerie, formal attire

she said she'd rather be nude
so I sharpened my pencils in record time
but couldn't find a damn drawing tablet anywhere
though I knew I had a half a dozen in the house

so I grabbed a pad of graph paper
and began to put her body
into little blue squares, Bold Strokes
but not one was a straight line

No, all she had was curves
and she moved too much anyway
and she talked incessantly about politics
the weather, religion

I only caught a word here and there, it was
one of those one-sided conversations
because my mind was elsewhere, honestly
it was everywhere, that had nothing to do with talking

her voice was like an adult
in a Charlie Brown special. musically atonal
and she said, hey...you're not paying attention
and I replied, "The hell I'm not !"

sometimes your eyes can take over
more often than not
or you wouldn't be describing blue grid paper

thanx terri...just reread and was surprised to see all the typos....damn....my mind really was somewhere else...

that which we find ourselves focused on often create the question "why?"
but the mind continues it's focus not offering answers...

fun read, SAW,