Tuesday, May 22, 2012

The Nude

The Nude

Rafters of the ribcage brace themselves
against the skin, and slim

in the middle. Hipbones push out
like fists. From the back,

a nude woman resembles a violin.
When we tell a story with her,

she is an instrumental, a landscape.
When she turns away like this,

we admire her more, skin like
fabric, like velvet, a river

holding the light as it passes over
rocks and hills. Let’s make

her responsible for how she makes
us feel as we watch her.

5 comments

  1. The ending is part of the trouble in the world, isn't it? Sigh...

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  2. Dang, all that voyeuristic projection, that poeticizing, and then the poeticizer leaves that devastating last line “Let’s make her responsible for how she makes us feel as we watch her.”

    I like this recent dipping into a darker vein.

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  3. The descriptors made me jealous!

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