In An Artist's Studio

It isn’t one face that looks back from his bed sheets,
But many. In a similar way to his canvas, it has sported
Girls-a-plenty. They lay out their bare selves for him
To paint and explore. He strips their personalities from
Them and lays their bodies on the floor. It’s almost
Interchangeable, the canvas to the bed, either way they
Only exist to him how he constructs them in his head.
A wild lifestyle and bubbly personality is of no real
Interest to he, who makes love to what he paints, and
Paints what other eyes don’t see.