Nudes

 

you insisted 

we’d visit your nudes

time ran out 

we got back to work 

 

they were something

you carried with you

snapshot thumbnails

looked very good 

 

I tried to impress you

with sculpture

you squealed something

like approval 

 

If we ever get back 

to that room 

where the atmosphere 

felt like freedom

 

lines curve through forms 

symmetries recognized

light bends the dark 

bodies flicker in outline