Venus Red Nude

Red Nude

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

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