etched eye with fertility mask

as an artist, i wanted to shape
her nude form into something more inviting
and starting just
below the forehead and hair,
i imagined her eye etched into the side of her hard head
similar in size to a recently hung masterpiece.
it could arguably be called a visionary slit,
set slightly above the upper lip,
and with full focus on what i was doing,
i made it tower over her neck in the undecipherable form
of a lusty shadow.
but it wasn't until the end of the first summer,
as i watched the profile strengthen
from an initial hint of earthiness on my studio floor,
that i was finally able to come by her side to stretch the waiting canvas.
and i stayed busy during the following nights and days,
adding layers of intrigue and light to a tribal image of her poetic smile,
while providing her an alluring mouth and many perfect fingers.
i wanted to be precise, but without employing too much delicacy,
so i added hash marks and often tilted my head for a better view of her underworld.
when satisfied, i left the lower part of her body behind,
as there was still much work to be done on
her pendulous breasts.
and if i stood her erect, she was as tall as i was;
if she stood me erect,
i wore my fertility mask,
waiting for the paint to dry
when i knew her eye would be completely etched,
as flat as a tongue and equally as perceptive.