Artistic sin

his eyes sprung wide
to the perfect idea
of a sharpened pencil
that can paint his sin

she sat with a smile
as he stroked his pen
against the wet hue
it’s where she’s been

hers was an aisle
he’s longed to pass
he envies doomed men
he longs to be their twin

the art went into exile
the child’s name is Ben

Tomide Abdul