Sketch of a Woman Reclining

Not my sketch, but the idea I am going for…

He liked her lines.

When they were in bed together, in the mornings between waking and leaving the bed, He would trace Her lines with His finger. Her shoulder, Her neck, Her forehead. The path from shoulder to waist to hips.

Across the table He enjoyed tracing Her lines with His eyes. It gave him joy to observe the gentle curve of her jaw, the long lines of her legs.

He wanted to draw Her.

He had been practicing for some months sketching off and on, but His skill was far from adequate to capture the powerful emotions that Her lines evoked in Him.

She was travelling for the next week. He took the time apart to revisit His art.

His attempts today were once again poor, but there was still a joy in it. As He drew each line, lines His finger had traced hundreds of times, He could feel Herย in the pencil. Imperfect, but perfect for today.


20 Comments on “Lines”

  1. Did you do the sketch? It’s wonderful!

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  2. Deb says:

    Loving the sketch…and the words it inspired of course.

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  3. maharedwynn says:

    Multi talented. That’s pretty cool! Although, I can draw a mean stick figure!

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  4. Back in the passenger seat… You had me all impressed with the header sketch! ๐Ÿ˜œ Don’t be keeping us in suspense, post the real stuf!

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  5. thebrunetteinthepinkscarf says:

    Kevin, this is beautiful! ๐Ÿ˜Š just what I needed after a long day! You do well with posts like this one…you know I don’t like scary. ๐Ÿ˜€

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