She Had a Mona Lisa Smile

the kind of beam that
could shed light on any darkness
in one’s world.

Eyes just as bright
–a shade of blue
that left me sinking.

I wanted to buy her for myself.
Stow her away.
But she wasn’t a painting.

One night I begged her
to lie beside me,
and as she slept I sketched her;
as if I was in possession
of every line and curve.
So when she left,
it wasn’t like she was really gone.

(C)Marie Meyers, 2013

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