Tony Bush Poet Verse

Cordelia

Cordelia lies on silk
her skin as white as milk,
  supported on her side,
     hand held to her hair.
She poses all the while,
with enigmatic smile,
  she gazes long and wide,
     at things which are not there.

Cordelia dreams away
as naked as the day,
  brushes dipped in oils
     then to the canvas pressed.
She doesn’t move an inch,
does not flicker, does not flinch,
  her hair like golden coils
     cascading to her breast.

Cordelia froze for hours,
her sex that so empowers
  the intellect and heart,
     her body realised.
She hardly seems to breathe,
and all that see believe
  when she becomes their art
     she is immortalised.

Cordelia hungers deep
with secrets she must keep,
  and paints orgasmic fires
     with brushes of her own.
She is a true abstraction,
a beauteous abreaction,
  and all that she desires  
     is all she’s ever known.

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