I paint a painting of truth so clear
I feel, my Love, your breath right here.
Your flashing eyes, your taut bright face,
The sense of you on a long, long chase;
Your hair, filled up with melting sun;
Your shoulders square, daring everyone
Now take you as their very own,
Bare-ing joy they’ve never known.
And yet to me you give your kiss
As I paint lipstick on your lips.