Spy under the baluster a shadowy gold flesh, a spellbind
With a continuous thrash of toe on toe and thigh on thigh
Shifting in sunlight downstairs nothing on her or her mind
Her lips form the swinging air to let her parts go by
Her slow descent on the final stair, delight of visitors’ eye.
I visited Louvre, Paris in 1989 and took some snaps of the famous paintings. This write is based on the painting where there are shadowy images of a nude coming down on a staircase.
