soft light falls
on colour-washed canvas
paint stained fingers
deftly wield the brush
that gives art life
steel grey eyes
flit from model to creation
silently, seemingly emotionless,
with texture each curve takes shape
each fold gains shadow
and depth
she lies,
the pose - his choice;
diaphanous fabric
almost offering modesty
he captures her beauty;
golden sun dusting skin
every stroke a kiss -
an indelible mark
visible to only his eyes
..... the artist dreams ......
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