In the Art Studio

She was a sexual object.

He was a sexual subject.

They met in rooms and alleyways.

They dined alone, but always within

sight

of one another.

They dreamed of asexual reproduction.

They had wicked affairs with

candy canes and fur-lined gloves.

They told other people everything

but the truth.

They sat and gazed at the utter

nudity of creation

and

came up blank.