September 2020

by  Alison Miller

I’ll let you paint me 

nude. I only ask that you 

remove my clothes 

yourself, your body 

close to mine. 

Undo the clasp

of my bra and linger 

at the straps. Pay extra 

attention to my shoulders 

as you slide them away. 

Kneel to remove 

my pants, leveling 

your face with the warmest 

part of me, hands firm 

about my hips.

Urge my panties down, 

the feel of the fabric

pulling away— 

give me that 

and nothing else.