His studio is alive with her naked
beauty of pristine perfection as
she poses her slender body wrapped
in see through silk that covers the most
subtle beauty of each curve of her alabaster
skin so divine yet so fragile to his eye
The
curtain is flung open as the gentle breezes
caress the room and swirl around the artist
as his brush is given a life of its own
to blend the fine colors on the palette
that await the artistic magic
and beckons him to watch each movement that
she reveals to his perfection
and
his trained eye to view in detail her lips
that open slightly revealing the lines and
slight hint of pink of her female passions
like a flower as it opens and reaches
its petals to the warmth of the morning sun
He sketches her neck that stretches to reveal
a bosom so shapely and perfectly formed
by the hand of a god so soft and tender
yet gently rounded with each brush stroke of only
the finest oils on a canvas of linen not spoiled by
time and dust covered cobwebs of the past
He
breathes the life into his subject with every
twist and turn of his wrist and sharp eye he
puts on white the purest colors of flesh-tones
to make her come alive before him
This night he knows this beauty before
him is all but a dream as he closes his eyes
to waken to an empty dungeon of his
tortured soul and lost forever in his twisted
mind of demons whose only color is black and
red of hell’s eternal fire. He weeps alone and
finds no comfort
Yet in the still quiet places he can see her
as she quietly beckons him to come to her
and be the artist that he was, the master
of beauty in all he touched with clarity of
thought and passion and a vision so true
He wrestles the demons and wishes for his
death to end this torture of black and red to
feel the whites yellows pale blues
and golden ambers of yesterday as he slips
again over the edge of hell reaching out to
touch her finger tips so white
© Copyright Vincent Moore 2010. All Rights Reserved.

Vincent… beautiful I loved the line breaks with the article.
Thank you fellow poet Justin Price, I appreciate you coming over for a read and enjoying my scribe.
Vincent,
I was meant to savor this timeless and hauntingly beautiful poem twice today.
I love both of your sites and am determined to catch up on all of my reading by all of my favorites eventually… I am hoping you are seeing my comments on your other site, as I am not getting an immediate approval.