Close your eyes
Sketch me on canvas with unseen sight
Allow your hands to roam as your guiding light
A work of art in progress
Inhale and exhale
Fill me in with ever so gently details
Use the vision streaming through your mind
My contours, my soften angular lines
My silhouette as you boldly fill
Images dancing as your pencil strokes instill
A face of grace coming into view of its own free will
Eyes, nose, lips
An Artist’s mind in emotional seclusion, therefore, don’t slip
Should I stand as you sketch the rest
To hone your craft as you do best
Positioned here so peaceful, yet, fully undressed
Slopes of the anatomy, femininity showcased as time will tell
Beauty in the eye’s beholder as the creation of your mind set sails
Pencil trade of an earthly color
A wondrous sketch soon to discover
Finished as it is, mystical from head to toe
Magnificent and grand as it humanly stands
Appealing to the eyes of every mortal man
Hang me in the museum of your mind
Look upon your work of art as you mentally wine and dine
Your perfected sketch, as a remembrance in time
Faded away as winds have blown
Soaring now where rainbows dance unbeknown