When you looked at me with your artist’s gaze,
I was crimson and blush with sweet wine on my lips.
You would stare for hours it seemed, and I’d feel
like I was on denuded display. How I loved the
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The imagery of this poem is excellent Tara. The metaphor blurs the line between subject and object really well, adding depth to the piece. I like the way that the poem has been laid out. The single lines and the couplet are skillfully placed. I wonder though, if the last line would not be better placed at the begining making it like an epilogue rather than a denoument.