The Painting

It’s somewhat ironic

That I’ve started painting you

After you are gone

Pretty gurl.

It was my intention

To draw and paint you

In real life.

We had always talked

About you modelling for me.

My well used brush

Touching your soft skin

In the warm light

As you posed

Naturally

Radiant and remarkable.

The inspiration was greater then

But for some reason

I find myself

Here

Brush in hand

Pushing Sumi ink about

Upon a heavyweight 140lb. rough pressed

Piece of paper.

I paint from my memory

Working quietly

While Baroque Chamber music plays.

I work from my imagination

Picturing you sitting

On the empty chair

Before me.

Your dark hair falling about you.

Your full eyes

Watching my every move

As I dance

And paint

In the warm light

Of afternoon.