Living Portrait

Remember the night you loved me
My back to the wall
Hung like a piece
Of some obscure artwork
In the hallway
Of your campus house
You weren't a student
But I learned
About myself
Giving over to your whispers
Swaying grass
And the Indiana summer's
Cornfield fresh breeze
Pushing
Through the open window
I didn't care
If sin lived there
As I pressed against
Your walls
Pressed my walls
Loving every tap
That held me there
Who needs the Mona Lisa