Archive for August, 2014

August 13, 2014

mannequin

 

Smooth plastic weight

hard in my arms –

Your formula of curves

demand my hold, and

mark the soft parts

that coat my bones.

 

I call you her not it,

and select thin knitwear

rendering your parts whole –

a still mirror:

math-measured equal,

 

I make you one.

Model-gorgeous

fabric glides

catching smooth peaks

and sliding over seams.

 

My touch rough

as I fit my own arms up your sleeves

to crack your limbs in place –

easy as jigsaw pieces,

as outfits,

as my own dressing.

 

I lift the v of your legs

to a level over my fruit-bruise

of flesh, waves of hair, and sweat,

and look up to your face:

chin tilted and

nothing else.

 

© Lydia Allison 2014