a model pose

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she had invested badly in life
which had returned the favour
two husbands and an army of lovers later
and still no one to call her own
she complained as she maneuvered
awkward as a walrus wearing high heels
her dough like bulk folding
into a pile of cushions as she sat

the study of the human form has its price
as she assassinated the men who had shared her bed
while my pencil plotted her contours
the blue veins marbling through her thighs
she had wrapped around so many men
pulled them into her as she buried their faces
in breasts as huge and as white as freshly laundered pillows
which made me question their survival
imagining them gasping for breath as they struggled
against being sucked into her fatty envelopes

her flattened buttocks textured with dimples
an apron of fat, like a modesty blanket over her groin
my cruel pencil, unrelenting in its honesty
recreated the beauty of her ugly topography
the sweaty clefts where lovers indulged
lapping their tongues through her creases
desperation and the act of physical love
the stupefying need to feel someone else's skin
and my need to examine the consequences

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6 Comments
SamScribbleSamScribbleover 5 years ago
I sense Lucien Freud

I like it. Were you a fan of The Liverpool Poets perchance?

twelveoonetwelveooneover 10 years ago
Weimar

Grosz as a matter of fact.

5ed

twelveoonetwelveooneover 11 years ago
i don't know what could be much worse

than George Grosz in verse

5ed,5ed, but i don't want to read it again

damn bog, you are good

Maria2394Maria2394almost 12 years ago
as Tzara said

and this-

Your pencil, your sketches....are they half as vivid as your descriptions? In my mind's eye, I see every fold and vein, each dimple and disappointment, every wish, unfulfilled and every dishonest ( loving) caress.

This is one of your best. I am impressed .

~ m

TzaraTzaraalmost 12 years ago
While I don't think this one is as good as the other you submitted today,

I like the brutality of the poem, the honesty about age and sex. It reminds me a bit of Philip Pearlstein's nudes with their sagging breasts and lumpy bodies.

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