Parabol

See that boy.
See him through this
particular
lens.

Look along the sinuous
length
of his
arm.
Follow the line of his shoulder until it is
broken
by the small nub
of a nipple
which peeks
from behind.

Leave the boy now,
move back to the model.

See the swell
of breast
sweep to the smooth
ridge of collarbones
brushed by the tips
of the frame for the face.

A nymph with a
PhD in Coquette
(Sm.Rk, LuS.Te, 1st Class).
Slyly stealing the gaze,
she is the stuff of
silk
and oils
on canvas.

Fitting then,
that behind her the
painter holds her tightly at
the waist,
her straddling her straddling him.

They are versions
of
perfection
inversions
of
one
an
other.

See that boy.
A clumsy perversion
an intrusion
filling the corner of the
frame.
He would be ignored
or just not
noticed
if they were not
holding him in.