A shadowy gold flesh, spy under the balustrade, confined
Thrashing hand on hand, toe on toe and thigh on thigh
Moving in sunlight downstairs nothing on her or her mind
Her lips form the churning air to let slowly her parts go by
On final stair slowly descending, delight of visitors’ eyes.
*** My inspiration is the fifth picture on the contest blog***.
Contest: Magic (old/new) by Nathan A.
N.B:I visited louvre, Paris in 1989 and took some snaps of the
famous paintings. This write is based on the painting where
there are shadowy images of a nude coming down on a staircase.