Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I remember those days
like the curvature of her exquisite back
the way it set the mood
the streamed-line of intoxication

I could always depend on it,
when she stood in front of the mirror
let her cotton blouse slide off her shoulders
fall to the floor

it never wavered
always curled up from the base of her spine
following the same meridian
disappearing into the chiseled muscles

carved from her days rowing
that blue canoe she loved so much,
that line up her back was the one constant
I could always rely on

if only all the other lines
had been as true

sweet

got a few fault lines of my own but they didn't keep me from enjoying this - thx saw -

even tho you began with those lines, the conclusion was unexpected. caught me off guard cuz it seemed to change the direction completely. nice one.

yes, that meridian ...

very effective visuals.