Man Made Evolution


I drive my pencil down her leg-lines,
Flowing down shadows,
Ebbing up her highlights.
I can render the stars in erased pin-pricks along her thigh,
And map galaxies with the curve of her calf.
I can hiss trees along the S of her spine,
Roll rivers off her shoulders.
See fish and birds and lions rove,
Eyes glinting
In the darkness along her stomach.
Eve, a handful of charcoal dust
Smudged into the sins of apples and snakes,
Shaded low-key on rough tooth paper,
Alone,
leafless,
sweating under the bone glare of a metal sun.

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