Life be Still

comfort of cushion Swathe of the cloth Elegance of position She waits in her spot To be unveiled Naked and tender Statuesque and serene Our brush strokes remember Just what we’ve seen Almond skin so milky white Just hope to get this just right Bluest eyes like the sea Deep pink lips poised and open Not a word to be spoken Charcoal in hand We begin to understand The joy of the Human form Quick strokes of the hand She’s looking so grand One more line still life we’ve drawn