A Seduction
I’ve been typing up poems today, reading, and trying to write new ones. So, I thought I’d share a poem I wrote that I don’t plan on submitting anywhere.
A Seduction
On seeing Bonnie England’s Female Nude: 49
Female nude, 49, lies on her side waiting,
anticipating my touch. She’s one of the few
who actually knew of my exploits—
I didn’t choose her.
She has chosen me, leads me
to believe I can’t get her,
so I do, and she uses me.
Today, she is faceless.
I remember her body:
lush breasts, full hips, small waist.
I remember the way her muscles tensed
when she moaned, but most,
I remember how she posed;
like a model for a painting—
attentive, still, patient.
I wrote this while I was at the Bottega waiting for a wine tasting. I had a few drinks and was looking at some of the artwork in the back. I wanted to write about a painting, and I chose a painting by the previous owner of the bar, Bonnie England. If you live in or around Wilmington, NC then you should check out the Bottega Art & Wine Gallery downtown. Most nights it has live music, they host monthly poetry readings, weekly wine tastings, monthly writing workshops, and always has fun and interesting people. Here’s a link to their website: http://www.bottegagallery.com/