Beloved

March 30, 08

First,
There was silver,
Liquid dancing between my finger tips,
Forming and connecting into a tiny hook,
Hardened to drip down a tail for me to brush.
I shrank it, and placed it away.

Second,
There was colour,
Staining the page as it engulfed and spread,
The edges a dark purple brushing and fading,
To create such mesmerizing sensuality,
I paused to stare.

Third,
I made her face,
Carved it to turn inviting me inwards toward her,
Breathed life into those eyes which stared a fire-
A singular cold fire outlined in the coal perished.
I fell into her.

~And I said she was Beautiful.~