Just here, and there,
Shade it ever so slightly
To show the smooth contour
Of porcelained sides
The slight motion
Of rose-scented water
The gentle beauty
Of her shoulder and neck
But here, and here,
Do not hide with graphite
The light on the bathtub
Glaring off of the side
As it dances in the water
And ignites her eyes
Your pencil can sing
But that light is a symphony.
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