He Drew Her (Poetry)

He drew her picture naked
her nipples shone like coins
her legs stretched high as heaven
so none could see the joins

Her curves exaggerated
her hips wide with desire
he swore he was an artist
she labelled him a liar

She posed with no proviso
and laid her body bare
he laboured on the contours
she didn’t seem to care

that love was in the detail
the shading on her skin
and paper found such beauty
though her tolerance grew thin

Imperfect use of pencil —
some lines would not rub out
she left him with a hard-on
and a portrait of self-doubt