Drawing a nude on a Saturday night
What else is a woman supposed to do?
Setting the scene and fixing the best light
With chalks and with charcoal and with paper too.
Knowing that everything will turn out right
But what will happen when I am right through?
Writing a sonnet, that is what I'll do
What else for a man but to see the light
And to dream and to love, that I must too
I sit here knowing I can get it right.
And when I am finished, and when I'm through
What will happen for the rest of the night?
We will talk on our creativity
We will work on procreativity.