Bedsheet, Canvas, Camera, Paper

Ohh...hello? I barely even remember how to post here, but it's National Poetry Day so I can't resist! 


in the heat of love
he called you angel,

heaven-sent present
made perfectly
for him. 

but you are not divine.
not alien to his earth. 

this is your world. 

bedsheet, canvas,
camera, paper. 
all are your instruments
and you are the maker.

you are the artist,
and the nude.

you are the writer,
and the muse.