it’s only that you feel his piercing gaze
upon you, measuring, that you shudder—
for however objective seem his ways,
he only looks to see you could love her.
so then you’ll love him, where-ever (s)he is;
so’ll he subject you to his willful fire—
but see how sometimes it—the flames—will miss—
is it conflict of interests or desire?
with technique, he judges you to a fault,
but only if you forget who you chose
to share the air with and so become caught
up in this affair of sound-honest views.
see, “perspective it is best painter’s art”,
and what canvas so vast, good, sweet-heart—