The Nakedness of Woman is the Work of God by William Blake
If I were forced to go to church,
I would worship at the altar
of the naked female body,
my head bowed down
in reverent respect.
Tiny diminutive shoulders and full-round breasts;
smooth silky skin and curvaceous wide hips;
which flare out forming the shape of a heart;
long long slender legs that come to a point,
in the dusky wonder of her groin;
the female form divine,
so different from mine,
soft and yielding,
I have done nothing more beautiful in my life
than in solemn silence pass the night
slowly running the back of my hand
along the length of her body
in the pale moonlight.
drinking in with my eyes
the glory and divinity
of the nakedness of woman.
She takes a pull of the sweet dark brew while he closes boxes containing the nudes.
He: I agree with Blake and couldn’t have written it more beautifully. And your figure is every bit as beautiful as what is on his page.
She: Thank you, and regardless of the truth of your statement, Brian’s work makes it believable. He enjoys giving women, the gift of not just feeling beautiful, but being beautiful….the tangible, touchable, beautiful proof printed on canvas and therefore, undeniable, even to her own mind’s eye… Smiles. Now Back to work here.
Knowing the number of women who would lend themselves to his lens and better, pay him for it, she kept telling him he needed to market this gift, let them walk in the mist with him, quit his day job. He would shrug his shoulders, send her into the forest, raise his camera and instruct her to drop her dress, again.