In Two Minds
Esoteric in thought his pencil sketched
penetrating deep her mind,
that reclined curvaceous, hidden, erotic in reposed
female silky softness.
Picasso in his cubist era would have squared
the lines, only to lose her
passion for the flow of now craved conception.
Should she turn and smile;
would it break his concentration, or the lines ?
Later when soft shadows emphasised
their eternal empathy,
she would draw him in her oils and coloured lust,
painting his body
Drawing by Mark Sutin
If you've any comments on his poem, Tony Hunter would
be pleased to hear from you.