Sonnet 83 / Sketch (Austin Alexis)
Sonnet 83
I never saw that you did painting need,
And therefore to your fair no painting set,
I found (or thought I found) you did exceed,
That barren tender of a poet's debt:
And therefore have I slept in your report,
That you your self being extant well might show,
How far a modern quill doth come too short,
Speaking of worth, what worth in you doth grow.
This silence for my sin you did impute,
Which shall be most my glory being dumb,
For I impair not beauty being mute,
When others would give life, and bring a tomb.
There lives more life in one of your fair eyes,
Than both your poets can in praise devise.
Sketch
Physical attraction, that's what it is.
Psychological draw, I'd call it that, too.
Your line moves
to the midpoint of a canvas.
My crayon inches there also,
from the opposite direction.
I'd say the whole opus
lives in a mystical perfume of paints,
pastels, prints--creativity.
Nothing should stop our two etched marks
from meeting, without effort,
in the clear center.
The simplicity of love
is what makes it powerful
and also what makes it rare.
Sketch © Austin Alexis (used with permission)
