look at me as if I live on the walls of the Musee D'orsay

with jeweled eyes, flushed cheeks, and slightly parted lips stare at me

…

imagine resting your head between the parabola shaped mounds on my chest, long and heavy like a mother goddess’,

watch my supple and ample body bewitchingly: me, in the likes of Rubens, Vermeer, or Caravaggio —

raise your eyes and rest your soul upon me.