Unlike a broken lease on life
I’m bound to wife
Lovely beauty of my eye
Sweet cinnamon auburn pie.
I’ve learned 
To distinguish between her hues
Color coded moods
Soft ass yellows
To jagged blues.
Single streams of purple outlines
Her sunshine’s a blur 
Like a whir of waving hands
Or sands of volcanic beaches
Black as leaches
Sucking me in slowly 
Gradually 
Until finally
I’m absorbed in elation.
Been in many relations
Situations
And one-night stands
Stranded 
With women of low demand
Appreciation of man
Or subtleties of being lovely.
But my Baby paints a picture
Transparent but apparent 
Like a golden glow 
In lifetime’s showers
I swim for hours
In her knowledge
Tutelage 
In the art of sex.
From all aspects of giving 
Receiving 
Being 
But not over bearing
Caring about my canvass
Strokes of erratic colors
Making me a better lover
Artist 
And man.