Brush Stroke
With one brush stroke
I attempt to paint
A picture of you
Your beautiful face
The soft lines
Around your eyes
Your hair blowing
In the gentle wind
Sparkling eyes
That stop me
In my tracks
I trace your face
With my hands
So that I may
Get a more accurate
Sense of how
To draw you
But after
My loving hands
Touch your face
I cannot paint
A single stroke
I am so entranced
So mesmerized
By your beautiful face
By your spell
You are poetry in motion
Poetry in motion
I fear that I am
Destined to fail
I'm just not
Up to the task
How can I paint perfection
It would be
An exercise in futility
To try to paint
My lover's face
I know
It would be a mistake
To even try
Because I simply can't
Duplicate the beauty
Of your face
Just touching it
Leaves me
Weak in the knees
Your body
Is a work or art
I pay homage to
Michaelangelo
As I trace the
Outline of your hands
Gliding my lips
Across your fingertips
Genius lover
Genius lover
That's what you used to call me
Because I know what you need
I know just how to please you
Do you think it's just
A stroke of luck or perhaps
I've really thought about
What would give you
The utmost pleasure
No genius lover
Just thoughtfulness
Thoughts filled with you
And how thankful I am that
I was able to share some space
With the wonder of you
You make love to me
Like I'm a work or art
I see the love light
In your eyes
And I feel so grateful
To have crossed paths
With the likes of you
Oh, the poetry of you
The poetry of you
The poetry of you