Framed

As I sit here,

I gaze upon

this beautiful woman.

She reminds me

of all the other beautiful woman

I have loved before.

That I have loved

like her

before.

The way the light graces her skin.

So smooth,

and sensitive to the touch.

The curves of her body

are gentle and soft

under the fingers

of the sun’s morning rays. Art: Ani by Juliette Aristides

How I envy the sun

for being able to caress her

like that.

Her olive tone

reminiscent of days spent

making love

in the dunes of Riserva dello Zingaro.

I can almost hear the waves

crashing into the shore

as she moans.

A glorious song of ecstasy,

and as I kiss her flower-like neck,

I can taste the salt of the sea.

But much like all the other woman

I’ve ever loved,

I can only love her

from afar.

Through the glass

of another life.

One where I am not only the observer,

but also the painter

and the portrait.

I am there with her.

And we are in love.