The Painter
by Koye Berry
She tells him she likes his painting and means it
And more, obviously,
Than she's willing to say outside of tone and gesture.

She knows the danger of artists:
Expectations that paint stains on jeans and white t-shirts,
A familiarity with the messy and the tactile,
Mean the bedroom will never be tidy -- in the best possible way.

She sees the sweat orb on his forehead
Knowing the room is not warm;
Neither should he feel rushed
As some things trump the closing time posted.

She figures, if given the chance,
Something could be done about his stupid haircut.
Posted by: Koye Berry

Poetry (June 8th, 2007)