Portrait

That space between the eyes is too small,
I'm rubbing them out. And the nose
that looks like it's sniffing. I'll do that again.
I don't want it to look like I'm sniffing.

And the lips are a wee bit thin; from kisses
came back as cold blades, nearly misses.
Beard's too well-kept too, so untrue!
I should never have given you the pen.

I'll keep the paper, my dear,
but as for the rest;
I'm rubbing it out and starting again.


Cor, 2001