Future Perfect

Yellow curves, black lines
framed in weather worn
driftwood

feet pause their walking
read of escapades
painted on the wall

discussion turns
heads tilt
attempt to relive
artists point
of inspiration

judges hold score cards
high and low
end of pencil
corner of mouth

I imagine faceless beauty
belongs to me
color blue eyes between lines
ache between curves
fingers trace longing
until it becomes my own

I sink into the point.