She is not posing, yet
I am drawing her figure,
as she leans
on the windowsill, looking out
with crossed elbows for balance
faded jean legs close together under
unbuttoned shirt, gentle curves
Her hair trails her shoulders,
unkempt and windblown
a barometer of her relaxation
She is not posing, yet
my pencil embraces her shape;
every beautiful imperfection.
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for my favorite ninjagirl