NaPoMo 12: The Nude

Romantic oils on stretched sheet
Expressing love in ways complete
The curving lines mean nothing much
Without the flair of artist’s touch
Her beauty held, so poised and still
As if captive to his own will
Her beauty, his vision to hold
His brush stroking, so soft, so bold
Creating impressions of skin
While finding the beauty within
Here there are no words, just lost sighs
In her sensual and lucid eyes
When she stares from gallery wall
For the artist captured it all

© JG Farmer 2017
Form: Cyhydedd Fer Sonnet

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