The Master’s Hand/ You...Drawing...Me! Comments

Wow what a fantastic description of the act of drawing...it's incredible. So you're not just sitting there in the nude being drawn by a beautiful woman but observing her observing you and seeing it all for what it is. What a life class. Wish I could have been a fly on the wall! love Dee Dee

This is a masterly poem! And such an odd all around the house love poem. Watching Monet paint on a telly programme(in slow motion) whilst talking to your love to be(who isn't quite yet your love to be) ...boy what twists and turns. And oh those invisible tears at the end of the phone as you both long and yearn to say something anything that will bring you together! They don't write love poems like that anymore! A wonderful wonder of a poem! love Dee DE