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LIfe Drawing ClassLIFE DRAWING CLASS
She offers herself up, nude Nervous, curious broke. A pretense of grace As the pose is set denial of A ripple of chill across her clavicles Spasm in the great toe and down the Knotty rope astride the spine A siren while artists gaze In the name of art amazed by the strange And wild thing where bogs and shapes And coastlines form a pool of light On her full exposure a shimmer Only she knows as shiver When she holds stock-still Recalling love left in the marrow Shadows and bold lines for shoulders Holding up hope treasured breasts That fed another and a belly Of striations and textured Grooves the lived-in look Of where her babies grew. |
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