with one brush stroke
i attempt to paint
a picture of you
your beautiful face
the soft lines
around your eyes
your hair blowing
in the gentle wind
sparkling eyes
that stop me
in my tracks
i trace your face
with my hands
so that i may
get a more accurate
sense of how
to draw you

but after
my loving hands
touch your face
i cannot paint
a single stroke
i am so entranced
so mesmerized
by your beautiful face
by your spell
YOU are poetry in motion

poetry in motion
i fear that i am
destined to fail
i'm just not
up to the task
how can i paint perfection
it would be
an exercise in futility
to try to paint
my lover's face
i know
it would be a mistake
to even try
because i simply can't
duplicate the beauty
of your face
just touching it
leaves me
weak in the knees
your body
is a work or art
i pay homage to
michaelangelo
as i trace the
outline of your hands
gliding my lips
across your fingertips
genius lover
genius lover
that's what you used to call me
because i know what you need
i know just how to please you
do you think it's just
a stroke of luck or perhaps
i've really thought about
what would give you
the utmost pleasure
no genius lover
just thoughtfulness
thoughts filled with you
and how thankful i am that
i was able to share some space
with the wonder of you
you make love to me
like i'm a work or art
i see the love light
in your eyes
and i feel so grateful
to have crossed paths
with the likes of you
oh, the poetry of you
the poetry of you
the poetry of you