Why You Shouldn't Marry Your Muse

“You know Renoir

painted with his prick?”

My loaded brush dripped as my

startled eye jerked from canvas

up past her artfully cocked hip

to her loaded eyes, seeing

Impatience on a Monument,

demanding I put my

prick to its proper purpose.

 

(Image used by kind permission of Holden-and-Camille.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)