
Typewriter Series #2616 by Tyler Knott Gregson
God I love the shape of you,
the clean lines, the curves,
the silhouette at sunrise,
the indention left
in mattress, on my skin
after you rise. There’s not
a piece out of place,
not a millimeter I would change.
Do you see you as the art I do,
or do you see underpainting
below what’s there for me?
How many brush strokes
are you covered in, how many
mistakes do you swear you’re
correcting?
Let spill the mineral spirits,
let spread the acetone.
Wash it away and let yourself see
what remains.
How I love your lines.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Published on May 26, 2019 19:44