Life Drawing
her bones
were pretty
like the rest of her
it hard to say
the flesh curved
flowed into stalks and fruit
legs and hips
breasts and torso
throat and long flowing hair
her eyes
in a nudeness gleamed
such contours to her mysterious geometry.
i took the penciled
and transformed her
uncovered her
into a herd of cubes
a orbit of globes
a hymn of Cylinder
a lotus of pyramids....
but somehow
the shapes did not suffice
or reflect the planes of her perspective
and so i drew a secret shape
from heroine surface
i buried deep
my desires my fingers mapped
a little shadow
i discovered
in the weave of her ribs
a serenity crosshatched in a navel
the foretelling of a breath
and a pout
my lines discovered
on the corners of her chin
the blossom of fulness
on a lip
found a sweep of redness across cheek
sweetness like the morning
against the smoothness of paper.
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