Heather
Taylor
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of a Woman Lucas Cranach (the Younger) 1566 It took 20 years to make you permanent memory Like his first wife hung above the mantle Her cheeks still flushed from childhood As each stroke of oil on canvas brought out wrinkles, The shadows on your face, furred collar, pious shirt, Only your smile betrays you’re finally his. Architect & his Muse (Anton Rafael Mengs, 1779) Square lines, thermos, compass point Circles drawn with hands guided Your eyes drawn to space staring There your muse tickles your wrist Your neck back, curved spine Leans a girls whisper in your ear Never wanton, she delicately hovers A mysterious perfume you inhale To turn pencil marks into dreamed cathedrals. >>>Roger Collett
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