Wisdom and innocence

He painted her, possessed
As she posed by the window
 Professionally naked

Missing his beats
 When the fluttering breeze 
Became shockingly intimate

Caressing her forests
Carrying her musk, in the air

Brimming in adolescence fury,
He struggled for concentrated theory

But the live portrait teased
His vulnerability

Enrapturing him with her dripping ripeness
She saw his throbbing bulge

Observing his covetous desire, 
She swaggered towards 
The achingly innocent creature

To paint and be painted 
In the youthful brush 
That craved for rites de passage

Where wisdom takes innocence in an avant-garde world 
Where colour ceases to matter    

©LR