ARTISAN......

draw
an outline
and form it

my strong smooth hands
along the thighs
the hips
the stomach the ribs

up to cup the perfection
the delicate blades of
shoulder
the strong limber neck
and throat arched just
right

and tresses
that catch the light
and smell of summer
days and fresh winter
mornings

put a glitter in the eye
and a pull of a smile
at the corners of
a dimpled mouth

all I need is the heart
but this is the key
that breaks all others

and starts the stars to ache
and tumble

but Im just so humble
and we make one

and in the castle keep
on stormy night
the delicate fingers
stir
the toes arch
from the millenium sleep

arise arise beauty
perfection
but wait
a pounding on the door

villagers cries

"wake up and get to work..."
alas tis only Friday!!!

(sure I woke to Lavender perfume)