Nude on a Table
by
Bob MacKenzie


back in her one room
she is a young girl

but now she is breasts
full with tinted light
teat pencils to draw
the man from himself

now she is legs long
above his face drawn
into mystery
just now his alone

now she is: as his
eyes follow each move
fully she takes him
in her warm secret

in her room alone
she is a young girl


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