A sketch by Henri Marie Raymond de Toulouse-Lautrec-Monfa
Cheeks still bruised by sleep,
a single eyelid
rebounds,
and spies last night's lover;
pen poised,
taking an image
not willingly given.
Beside her,
where he has lain, is now cold;
where they came together
indelibly marked in knotted sheets,
and tangled mind.
Who is this man,
who now coldly sketches
a body that just hours before,
led him to total surrender?
©Copyright rests with Niall OConnor
Beautiful.
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