A man is made of angles and lines
Drawn swiftly
With great confidence and unleashed power
In black charcoal on white paper
A Study in Contrast

A woman is a thing of curves and hollows
Drawn over and over
At times swiftly and at times softly
Until she comes to life

A man can wander these hollows
As a woman can fall into a man’s
Ridges and crevices

And the woman softens the man
Has him curve over her
And the man tightens the woman
Until she is taut and ready to strike