The Life Model

To sit, still, fixed by
their demand,
that circle,
close to Quaker rounded
To give all of
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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