I trace <br />with trembling fingertip <br /> <br />the naked caligraphy <br />of your body <br /> <br />my hands <br />creating you <br /> <br />out of this darkness <br /> <br />so that dawn <br />finds you <br /> <br />drawn with such <br />exquisite passion <br /> <br />that it tells <br />the sun <br /> <br />to look: <br />'Look! ' <br /> <br />And the sun <br />reaching in the window <br /> <br />can not help but touch <br />to see if you are real. <br /> <br />'Hands off! ' <br />I warn. <br />'She's mine! ' <br /> <br />And the sun <br />sulks <br /> <br />as I cover you up <br />my masterpiece <br /> <br />and finally exhausted I <br />...fall asleep.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/artist-at-work/
