2.
the subjects got bored
swathed in color oil
stepped out of their picture frames
for a drink
her timid shoulder barely squeezes
wrapping around the canvas
she does not want the artist
to see her
flesh
like when her reflection
posed // poised
naked & all legs melded up
into a spine
fused with golden under-paint
the stiff breeze
sweeps a jacket upon her back
as white shirts and suits
leer into her
she wishes she could climb up her frame
& the photographs lining the slant
to the leafy halo
and dangle her toes over
the edge
like a statue
©2015 Lex Vex
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