Fanny Cornforth
her
red
curls flood
his canvas
world while her curves filled
his bed as their intimacy
swelled along with their flesh—he called her dear elephant
and she him rhino—housekeeper, mistress, and focus of his manhood's need to protect
his desire and her ticking to his aesthetic lifted her above her common birth
her mouth that had been kissed carried her past the girl found
fallen to fair rosamond pure
enough to cuddle
the holy
grail in
her
hands
