Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Wally begins to dress,
The modelling's done.
He’s off somewhere,
Some drink or fuck or

Meeting of the like.
The session went quite
Well, not too long, not
Too awkward a pose

Or two, not too cold
In the chilling studio.
She pulls on her white
Underwear, feels the

Cotton against her skin,
The security, the all too
Humanness once again.
She views herself in the

Tall mirror he has against
A wall; sees herself in full.
Puts on the slip, then the
Pink blouse, then skirt and

Finally the black stockings.
It’s all business nowadays,
No more afterward fucks
And smokes or lying down

Jokes about the neighbours
Across the street, or the odd
People that you've met or
Expect to meet. No, just the

Posing, the pose, all over now,
Wally’s thinks, the pretend
Love, the hot lust, I suppose.
Others have his eye and love

Or lust and fuck she assumes
Now, dampening a finger and
Wiping it across her brow,
Pursing her lips in a make

Believe kiss, embracing her
Body, thinking it him, closing
Her eyes, saying, that’s how
It goes, that’s how love dies.

The real life Wally was a model for Egon Schiele.

there's a lightness of touch in your words, so well reflecting the ease of the line in the painting

Thank you, Judih.