Your Latin Radere - the Etching

Beautiful, burnished, brilliant Yet, my ink friendly inclinations produce a chemical discrepancy And now, you come – Artist Scratching, on my polished mental plate Do not blacken me with your fumigating candle Do not soak me in your acidic bath Yet, here you are, sketching to leave your design Ever so lightly, you etch, carefully, penetrating Acid soaks into your carefully drawn lines The depth of your influence is varied Teasing a relief by removing your blackened wax Only to soak me in your iniquitous ink Here, I must bring it an end. I must stop you - Artist I must cleanse my mental plate Chasten long and purposed for that original surface Until a polished steel-plated revelation Yes, there, beautiful, burnished, brilliant…perfect, if not for Your Latin radere The etchings of your needle The stain of your ink in my serrations My effort seems wasted The vestiges of your ink tainting all that I touch Now, everything has your art Like wetted paper onto my mental plate