The Life Model

Mike Bell/ September 1, 2016/ 0 comments

To sit still – fixed by
their demand –
that circle
close to Quaker-rounded
silence –
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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