Painting you

			Before you say good-bye,
			you tell me you plan on going
			home & getting naked. I

			do not imagine you by
			your bed with one leg arching
			over your space. With a poet’s eye,

			I paint you outdoors in shadows
			& light, revealing
			you the way raindrops on ivy

			by the chimney would. Your skin glows.
			Your cheeks flush. Stealing 
			innocence, you sit beneath a blue sky

			on rocks warmed by morning sun.