What will I use to reproduce your cotton dress on canvas?
Strips from this abandoned cotton dress
And what will I use to reproduce the fabric of these panties?
Shreds from these discarded underclothes
And what will I use to reproduce this little pink mouth
With lips but no teeth?
Lips but no teeth

The painter and his model, the girl
The theatre and its double, the world

Only the perfect medium can reproduce the beauty
Of eyes and lips and flesh and teeth and hair
Only the best materials can capture these feelings
For eyes and lips and teeth and flesh and hair
The ultimate unity of fingers, brush and breast
Feel my fingers brush your breast

The painter and his model, the girl
The theatre and its double, the world


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