man
stands naked
on the platform
muscular
and hairy
shiny
taut
ready for our eyes
our charcoal
and our rubbers
man
stands naked
and there’s nothing
to it
strike your pencil
do it
capture life
furreal
and it is thrilling
this bold interface
without assessment
of him
of you
it is simply
art
imitation
of the action
of the heart.
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