Vaszary János - Nude in Studio

walking just to walk

the ghost town
and lie beneath the sky
sprawled face down
on tarmac

naked
I wait for frost
to lick me
to glass

you are the juggernaut
that blindly swerves
to smash my ice
shell in the road

guiltily you repaint me
warm, wet yolk
on your studio floor

always on your terms