how do you see with such hierarchy and intensity?
I am naked before you,
although I stand fully clothed.
Your eyes invade my senses.
I see the sun on your petals.
I can smell the last rain on your hair.
I hear your soft growl of welcoming and warning.
Though I came to find you,
you are hunting me.
*This poem was inspired by this painting by my good friend, Meryl Goudey:
You can see more of Meryl’s wonderful art at Fine Art America.