like a Javanese toy

young and alive
at twenty five
a clear head
and what was said
all right
good night
jeune fille
sleep well
and do tell
the beer was sipped
tongued and lipped
and swallowed
she followed
home where my canvas sits
and her black sweater
fingertips
well, i want to paint you a why
but you're artful and cry
looking away and tense
making good sense
i'll draw you tomorrow
dressed in sorrow
with a pencil
and a fine a l'eau
but now
from head to toe
like a Javanese toy
acting coy
i'll take you in my studio