nude

You lost a bet, a most glorious bet
lucky for you
with a pencil I'm deft.

I am drawing the zigzag mess of your blonde hair
your blue, honest eyes downcast,
intently focused on Garfield.
You're trying so hard to ignore me. 

I am drawing that sharp angle of your shoulder,
the hand cupping your cheek,
arm perpendicular to the bed.
the slope of your body to the curve of your ass,

your most beloved wedding vegetables
I try to do justice.
The long dancers legs
How I love they can skate
to the tips of your toes
that have long lost their feeling.

And I make the swirls
of the hair on your chest
the shadows that give you
the fullness, the depth

when I'm done being surprised
there's always still something left.