charcoal and chalked;
time hanging in this painting
of a muse lost on the tides of thought,
reclining with a sensual sadness,
in thought of a past lover?
or an imminent assignation?
she is at that age,
you know.
see the fire in her cheeks?
beware!
she is in love with you.
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