Muse or Model?
muse
and
model
glowed once from
common gravel spread
beneath weight of downstream water—
glitter now as echoes exposing light from desire
of artists unpossessed of models' souls or muses' bodies yet caught in smiles or winks—
does intimacy or adoration sausage art
or does chance collision convert
far more chaos to
beauty than
fire we
let
pass?
