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I.
I have drawn my face on yours
your eyes are my eyes looking at you
They must be disconcerting--
my pair of accidental supplicants.
II.
I screwed up--I don't know how--
to draw the dazzle of candlelight being and sunny dream.
Call again. Demand.
The flawed portrait is like a discarded daisy--
and I can do better if you want me to.
III.
To call it love is arrogant so I won't--
You make a pretty picture and more than that too--
I think of you and my thoughts are divine--
My ideal--sorry for idealizing you--
The more you placate, the more I worry--
I won't call it love but I enjoy pleasing you,
Like a green fruit I pray I'll
swallow dirt and gift only sweetness to you
My pencil slips a hundred times like a frustrated tongue--
IV.
This would not be a poem if it weren't about you.
- Title: The Prettiest Model
- Artist: sora wonk
- Description: (may she never know)
- Date: 09/01/2010
- Tags: daisy
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