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.