Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™
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she finally revealed herself
she was nude—
not just naked, but vulnerable—
it was obvious, not by her expression,
she'd not reveal her face, she was shy.
It was the way she showed him,
the way he discovered and rediscovered,
the way she never did it to win him over,
that redefined the infinite process
of sharing her body slightly hidden.
Timing...it was everything,
just as it had been when the Titanic
went down and it was women and children
first...and stasis were her forte,
her talent that drove his desire.
There existed no emotional entropy;
she was prime real estate, alive,
with an order and a predictability.
He was chaos, about to implode,
without her, but to take her,
to join her in bare reflection
would be a most dangerous liaison.
(painting: The Dangerous Liaison by René Magritte)