Paint under closely
Bitten fingernails;
Soft slap of brush against
Canvas.
A shy glance
Up to the model--
Who's prim perfection made
Him turn down the shyly blunt artist.
The softly phrased command of:
'Tilt your chin.'
The model's forced compliancy, still
The glimmer of slight attraction sparkles
In the model's honey eyes.
Maybe the artist isn't as
Repugnant as he first thought…
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Something useless I thought of while drawing. The title is to an opera song (nod)