Entirely in Shadow
It's up you, he said,
you're the one that has to paint it, he said.
Maybe you could just leave it dark.
My left breast.
rushed candle wax
slipped down my stomach,
rolling thumpingly along,
the strike of its chilled pink nub
sending home shivers,
ended its tumble at the legs of an easel,
and begged to be painted.
It's up you, he said,
you're the one that has to paint it, he said.
Maybe you could just leave it dark.
My left breast.
rushed candle wax
slipped down my stomach,
rolling thumpingly along,
the strike of its chilled pink nub
sending home shivers,
ended its tumble at the legs of an easel,
and begged to be painted.
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