She Had a Mona Lisa Smile

by Alexis Marie

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