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.