The Philogynist

OK, so now we have our blue background...I even have a concept, which would almost represent the first image of the novel, "The Philogynist," inspired by this poem below:

when he looked at a women with whom he wanted to sleep,
he did not envision her naked underneath,
beside,
intertwined,
or on top of him.

instead, he envisioned her naked,
lying on her side, propped up on one elbow.
the other goreous hand reaching out
for the mug of
hot
strong coffee
he would proffer.

he envisioned the smile,
the quiet thank you,
the brown,
blue
or hazel eyes,
still half-closed,
and how her cheek would feel
as he stroked it after handing her the coffee.

This is what he envisioned first:
the morning or moment after.


The challenge is to capture that as a vision, with my limited and/or rusty talent.