The Innocent State of Sleep 

He enters the canvas right about where

The nude lady unrobes for her bath.

If and only if, forgive their rudeness

When no one responds to the intruding

What a beautiful day!

Quietly, he takes position behind the big tree.

Immersed in observation.

The brushstroke would not mind a bite.

But instead, the veracious eye feasts.

Decadent cheeses rub themselves against the virgin grapes.

Bashfully unaware,

The wine penetrates her voluptuous lips,

The sun did not ask

If, and only if, gay or sad.

If, and only if, black or white.

Where he penetrates,

Under the big tree,

I savor the delicious innocent state of sleep