New Oils on An Old Canvas

It all began with a single
   stroke ..
Indeed, with the very
gentlest
of confident yet delicate
   touches ..
Followed closely behind
by a swish
and swirl and deliciously
light, tap,
tap, tap, tapping and all
tapped,
with the tip of one of his
finest
   sable haired brushes ..
Twas
then, she bit her bottom
lip and did
allow the shawl to slip,
whether
by some freak accident,
or some
   peculiar and odd design ..
He though,
just smiled and replaced
it so as no
one else would ever notice ..