(I've always enjoyed the interaction between visual art and the written word. All this thinking about photography and women and armchairs...this could almost be a companion piece to 'Passionately Yours.')
Sitting
In my studio,
in my armchair,
you are as welcome
as if it were my bed.
Except now, we are in different roles,
and I play
the professional,
the painter,
the photographer,
peering through the lens,
focusing on your eyes,
your hands,
you lips,
the bit of leg and knee
revealed under the soft warm robe.
And you are the model
and you are the muse;
a role I offered and
that you could have refused.
My hand shakes as it tries to sketch;
fear of failing you,
of misrepresenting you
overwhelms.
Yet as I draw,
and as you sit,
your slight smile
seems to say,
work hard for now,
and then we’ll play.
fpr, 8-3-09
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