for Erica James
take my breath
now she could
recently she did
gave it back, she's kind
she let me live
lets me look
does not obstruct
has she been an artist's model
class of artists
etching, sketching,
brush stroking as she reads
Melville's Moby Dick
subject lit by candle flame
by candle light
to suggest a time gone by
to suggest long ago
subject to undress and to address
until fixed as if alive
breathing, heaving,
sighing on canvas, on paper
real, she exists upon
the air we breathe, I breathe
dress between us like drape
with two hands to pull across, aside
to let in daylight
when already, with her dress on
I can hardly breathe
imagining the curves, the gullies
the alleyways
she giggles, eases the ache
deep ache of imagination
able easily to pass through cloth
carry a cross or her, bare,
to wonderland
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
1:30 p.m. 12.07.08
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