Reclining Nude

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Updated 06/07/2023
Created 09/29/2015
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In Soho's summer afternoon steam
through subway grates and skylight screens
we set the table for Cornish cream tea.

Tonight, my Dear, Dom Perignon,
what's left of the scone and clotted cream,
as I remove my organza gown
to recline on red satin sheets

whilst you, my Modigliani
whose stroke is as soft as a feather,
paint the very first inch of me.

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demure101demure101over 8 years ago
Nice -

Very evocative !

greenmountaineergreenmountaineerover 8 years agoAuthor

Mer,

Modigliani painted several reclining nudes and, as far as I know, is best known for them. I also like the sound of the 5 syllables in his name, particularly the "gli" sound in Italian which to my ear has always sounded sensual.

legerdemerlegerdemerover 8 years ago
The upwarrd spiral

To tell you the truth, I heard the last line as:

"paint the very first and last inch of me." The tension and eroticism ratchets up and up as I read on - a delicate thing that spiraled upwards. I'm curious to know why Modigliani.

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