Depilated Venuses

Ingres,
I don’t like your nudes with 
pin cushion genitals,
smoothed, sexless skin.
 
The bodies you depict 
languid and breathless, 
passive and purposeless 
should         stride across the canvas
            breasts swinging, 
            armpits bristling,
not wilt in sensual delirium with lips wet and teeth impossibly Lilliputian peeping through.
You place a ripe breast here, 
a sumptuous buttock there,
flesh captured in your 
torrid, peep-hole compositions.
 
Give us real women
with a riot of hair.
Not depilated Venuses 
castrated of humanity.

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