The Creator

She chews her pencil deciding
The paper a blank canvass for her thoughts and details
The lines begin to form in white
Her eyes tracing shapes in the space between spaces
The pencil twitches
Caught in the strength of her fingers
Held enthralled as it feels the climax
Of invention

She begins to fill the void
Lines forming through carbon
Pleasure pours from her body
As her passions sweep her again and again into the art
Muscles moving in smooth sweeps across parchment, leaving their faint traces
Motion created from stillness
Life created from nothing

Beads of sweat form on her face
Her hands gripped
Cramp as muscles scream irritation
Her back aches as her mind cries for patience
“Almost done” becomes her mantra as the forms from her mind take life in her eyes
Long sweeps become short strokes
Light lines turn into bold flashes, shades of gray
The white, so easily recognized,
Becomes hidden in the shadows

It is over
She sits back and breathes
Her body relaxing , releasing its hold
She stares at the life she has created and whispers
“My love”