Not Classically Nude But . . . Naked

The naked word the naked meaning.
A poetic nude in linear sketch.
A dawdling pencil roams the page drawing female flesh.
A sumptuous trial left by the artist's wandering line.
Inviting our eyes to roll with the waves of form.
Across the landscape in feminine shape.

Contours are victim to voyeuristic eyes.
Simple curves are splurged across the white paper stage.
A naked concert for indulgent gazes.

Come out come out shy model,
Modesty disrobed.
She emerges from conservative drapery
Hanging in sensuous pleats.

Her nudity writes the book of genesis.
An enchantress casts her seductive spells
A net of wiles thrown from the painting catching
Men's stares and turning them to swine.
Cerci, Bathsheba, Madonna is it you?

The nude is wordless but is she not a poem to the eye?
She is poetry of the pencil.
She is artless, beguiling and . . . . bare.
Inside the form inside the form and inside the flesh there is art is there art?
Poets are busy seeing while on lookers are busy
Sewing with their eyes fig covers to veil her sensual repose.

'Who told you that you were naked,
Did you eat from the forbidden tree?'
And who told us that the nude is sacred,
Must clothes be removed in order to see?