She

She let me draw her naked.

Elastic entities intertwined on an overcast night
No one understood the power of the Moon until the pencil stopped moving
Her curvature was flawless
Unlike my lines
She was the embodiment of fine art
And I a sketchy cartoonist
Trying to replicate her was insulting
Michelangelo couldn't capture her
Leonardo couldn't fathom her
Nothing could capture her sense of evil or the Height of her Divine
She was naked without clothes
I was naked fully covered
The emptiness was filled
I had found my other