Artist's Assortment

Version Two

so strong, I want to draw the egg

from your womb and nourish it in my own.

I want to mother your child made only

of us, of me, you: no borrowed seed

from any man. I want to re-fashion

the matrix of creation, make a human being

from the human love that passes between

our bodies. Sweetheart, this is how it is:

when you emerge from the bedroom

in a clean cotton shirt, sleeves pushed back

over forearms, scented with cologne

from an amber bottle—I want to open

my heart, the brightest aching slit

of my soul, receive your pearl.

I watch your hands, wait for the sign

that means you’ll touch me,

open me, fill me; wait for that moment

when your desire leaps inside me.

"Anatomy Practice"

Aurora upon the full glass of the lake,

Green bed of ives and clover,

Home of lightning bugs and lepidopters.

I wonder at the night sky above me plenty,

But you, my love,

Small Child

Figure Drawings

Wheat

Bejewled Flower

Psyche - God of the Soul

And More Figures

Plant

Here They Are

Poetry in Motion

Sketches, Sketches, Sketches

Michoro, Michoro, Michoro

Drawing Figures