The Life Model

To sit, still, fixed by
their demand,
that circle,
close to Quaker rounded
silence:
To give all of
yourself,
but untouched,
only looked at,
and so taken
in by their eyes,
to their hands,
rubbing you,
soft to hard
in charcoal’s
rough soot.

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