The Master

White paper, cold and stiff
Black dots numbered, ordered in a form
A broken outline.

Take a hard, fine pencil
Sharpen it to your desire
Join each dot
Each one a point in her past time,
A moment or a lifetime in this girl’s heart and mind
Pause – consider every point
Completed you have something now of her
Face and body
Blank and two dimensional.

Colour her in
Take Your finest paints, Your crayons, Your pastels
Shade her with charcoal greys
Make her Yours
Express Yourself
Your canvas, Yours to shape and mould
Her whiteness Yours to make Your own
Colour her eyes in blue, green, pink or purple
Make Your choice and let her see
Tint her lips
I cry, moan, laugh and smile for You
Paint her cunt, arse, breasts and hair
Colour her in what ever way You will
Your skill, Your artistry, Your imagination
Make her whole
Give life to me – a new dimension

All that is left
Is to pick up the strings
You, the artist
Puppet Master now
She is Yours in three dimensions,
You find
Her shaky step and broken bows
Her eating, breathing, fucking, resting and her dreams
Controlled by You
Your skill, Your artistry, Your imagination
Hold her precious
Look and see – Yourself in colour burnt in me.