I Posed For Matisse
He uncoils me like a skein of yarn
Paying out behind beach glass lenses
Scouring the remains of the day
For watery sifted light
His hand spry as a piper through
Twisted Hamelin streets
Spavined fingers confounded by buttons
Quick and nimble once again
Fat bolt of graphite swanning
Around an empty dance floor
To strains of a silent waltz
While my skin pools in goose flesh
Bobbin spun free, hip, ******* neck
Described in a dearth of line
God struck mute as I slip
Demurely behind the screen.
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 8:14 AM UTC
I Posed For Matisse
He uncoils me like a skein of yarn
Paying out behind beach glass lenses
Scouring the remains of the day
For watery sifted light
His hand spry as a piper through
Twisted Hamelin streets
Spavined fingers confounded by buttons
Quick and nimble once again
Fat bolt of graphite swanning
Around an empty dance floor
To strains of a silent waltz
While my skin pools in goose flesh
Bobbin spun free, hip, ******* neck
Described in a dearth of line
God struck mute as I slip
Demurely behind the screen.
