Your words paint time still –

 sun forgets to race,

 earth pauses mid-stride,

moon holds her longest note,

vibrato kissing stars.

Heart hibernates,

pulse slows;

in this moment,

I am Mona Lisa,

caught in secret smile.

I am  waterlily,

wetting Monet’s daubed brush.

I am

light

and shadow

and tone

and hue,

whispers under covers

and smuggled glances;

I

am

found out,

captured by lens,

immortalized by sonnet.

I

am

Loved.