He always comes late so as not to help move the desks,
we've got the room ready, new model tonight, black,
seems ordinary, flowered dress, velvet hair, flat shoes,
she strips behind the curtain, enters, lies on a duvet,
a glistening athlete, frizzy hair part hidden by curled
fingers, silver nails, the curve of her back, African arse,
everything; lines, angles, roundness, her shoulders,
breasts, an insane perfection, I try charcoal, pen, acrylic
- she doesn't move - crayon, biro, chalk, tape more paper
to the easel, she sits up, smiles, I look away, she rests
on her back, I settle for a 4B, scratch, shade, rub a curve
with a finger till the paper's worn through; she dresses,
signs for her fee, leaves, he sneaks out with her,
so as not to help with the desks.