Daydreaming In Art #7

He hears her moans, the brush tickles,
her naked body, that’s how he wanted her;
dressed in the pureness of her skin, the
only colors on her skin were natural
and made of expensive oils.

The artist was having one of his better days,
curtains were drawn to allow natural light,
he wanted the sun to shine on her beauty.

Oscar positioned the easel carefully by the window,
allowing limited illumination, so that anyone

walking outside could not see his naked bride.

In his own way, he considered himself,
the creator of virgin women, untouched
by the sins in the real world.

Oscar strokes the skin on her torso with
the round sable brush, spending time on
the details, at the same time, in his head,
he see’s a picture of a young man
 in a sailors uniform.

Bill told him about his dad in the Navy.
He was old now, but who could forget
a Navy buddy like him; that’s
what Bill said all the time.

The linseed oil would not dry for
a few days, so he was sure that
any impurity; he would be able
to touch, when he returned back to Jenna.

They were his creation,
all of them were his creation
and he set the rules for love.

Vanessa Ramos