Challenge
She laid down on the ground and let me trace her outline. I made sure that the lines were rich and prominent in my attempt to make this moment last. I needed it Incase a day were to come in which I’d need evidence to prove that she was ever even real.
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Tracing Her
Slowly, softly
I traced her outline,
Moving gently round her curves
As I had often done with my eyes.
But now this was real
And I traced round her with tenderness.
Her soft cheeks and button nose,
Her ruby red lips.
And down slowly ,
Slightly brushing
Her still firm chest
And down
And down
And to her legs,
Her knees,
Her calves
And two bare feet,
Legs parted slightly
As she lay.
A sigh emitted
From my soul.
The outline completed,
They took her body away and I put down my chalk
And wept.