Rear Sight

You wish to paint my arse
You’ll get what you asked
A rear sight indeed
Bloom gone to seed
Beneath veiled weeds

Brush me up
Refill my cup
With honey and mead
Turpentine and linseed oil
Dilute my inner turmoil
To be exposed. Show and pose.
Allow your paints and hues
To colour my plaints and bruises
Stretched out on canvas
See the rebirth of a female carcass

Then for sale. Negotiations
Ask the price of private intimations
For a model past fashion
Dip your brushes into me

Paint a flush on my cheek
A rosy maid, not so meek
Then whisk me off to the threshold
Of your pallet. Paint me in bold
Paint me in gold. See what you get
When the picture is sold.

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