rligion

i believe in god the painter
i believe in the muse his model and critic
and i believe in the living work

god is in the gaze
the painter flicks between
his naked lover and the splaying pigment
his muse is better found
in how the stroking brush sounds
to the woman lounging
on the darker side of the canvas
we are but one blue-green blob
a tiny speckle
in the image's eye
and however much
we explore the surrounding paint
we'll never see Miss Universe
only the smallest portion of her rendition
and hear only the echo of her reaction
on a vibrating canvas string