Shy

 

Shy
I'll turn towards the wall
my eyes tracing the edges of that brick..
You pick your palette
And let  your paints soak this form,
Woman enough, a responsible muse
My hand, I'll lay there..
You tuck that curl into my scarf,
And with a gentle pat of the ferrule
you set the chin up straight.
The brush follows a trail of these edges,
The earlobes, surrender to your arrogant haste.
It slides along the curves with an unburdened ease
Firm fingers twitch and pause at  certain frames,
You say you smell my skin even through the opaque scent of your paints.
And you'd kissed my hand
Before you placed it on the table here,
And yet, I'm shy!
My eyes glued to that wall
Refuse to be laden bare 
A note of apology, I'll hide under that tea coaster
But on  your canvas,
you may hang this empty stare..
From your beloved muse and at times...your lover!