As the morning light

steaks across the room

there she stands

at the foot of the bed

refreshed an awaken

an out of the shower

with beads of water

running down her skin

with the towel she wears

wrapped around her

holding her tight

an drying her

yet she does not realize

I am watching her

for she thinks I am still asleep

an as she stares at herself

in the full length mirror

I study her model body

now naked as she poses

as if being photographed

for the cover of a magazine

an as I watch her

through barely open eyes

I study her lines

and her curves
and in doing so

while she twists an turns

getting every side

an every angle possible

she is an inspiration to me

that only the great masters

could have dreamed of

an getting up

after she left

I go into my studio

an sit before a blank canvas

closing my eyes to once again

envision truly a timeless beauty

unfathomed

paying attention to every detail

with every stroke

in fluid motion of color

for I want her to know

that it is with her love

that brings me to life

an wanting so much

to live with her

in the world

that her heart has shown me

So now, taking a step back

to view the image

of what has now began to emerge

she has become the source

of every movement

the brush touched to create

while now the moonlight

streaks shadows on the wall

an she is back home

to view what I saw this morning

crying tears that my

... art imitates love