Red Nude
Feb 24, 2017 · 1 min read
her Ashen silhouette,
turns pencilled, Earthworn
along bowls echoing midnight.
desires sashay. Her silken hue
shade me red to the nude
of her Longing.
Rustworn travellers of sin
sketched in her quietude
and the demure
of her
solitude . . .
March 23rd, 2011
