You guys obviously don't have kids that wake you up at 5:30 am. Poetry in the middle of the night? While yawning?

A serial poem. Let's see, where did Quinn leave us...wanting to draw Kimiko...ok here goes:

Ah the temptations!
If I held the artist's pen
what would I alter?

A scary power.
Would I remove the worry
that shapes your resolve?

No, surely not that.
It defines you - makes you real.
I can't fight your fight.

I wouldn't enhance
your body - willowy, lithe.
Elven perfection.

Your hair, that the wind
ruffles where my hand should be?
Not a lock I'd change.

And your eyes? Turn them
my way, and I change, not you.
Clay in your two hands.

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