he has not yet hada good look into
the depth of her eyes
but recalls quick glances at a luncheon’s
she had set up celebrating his birthday
no 81/ he shook inside hit by a quiver
that ran down his spine.
what did he make of it?
she/ with crystallic-blue eyes
offers him friendship
he took wholeheartedly.
reflecting on her appearance :
her skin like porcelain
his eyes searched for her breasts
she kept hidden below her wide
although he senses generous sizing
in indicative outlines.
she rises quickly to serve some
french baguette and cheese
the artist in him is stirred by her
reminding him of an ernst fuchs
sculpture called erotic goddess
with strong feet her shapely body
well supported and the artist wishes
to study her most imposing nude
he tells her
but she would still shy away from
taking instead portrait fotographs
of the poet/artist in different
positions she asks for.
would she also take image-snaps
of his nude?
one day/ the poet muses/ one day
they will have sessions of drawing
their nudes followed up by lunch.