Analysis of Gestures and Words

Clay, dry and moist--humid humanessence to the touch.
Glyphed into a visage by its sculptress,
Sometimes akin to the light refracted from the waterbowl
That malingers beneath uncalloused hands.
Stretched softness--but not torn.
A gratified simile smile unfolds;
Only the eyes narrow, an obverse view is realized.
Eyes are not eyes but orbs with intent.
The smile is a grin, possibly a leer.
Full lips seem to sneer bony implications.
Hope of illumination dissolves in dusk.
Arid incandesence, like a grainy multifoliate lunescape
Awaits in a nightide  of phantasmagoric imaginings.
Fingers tighten mapping fresh runes.
Then a downward thrust with teeth shuttered.
A circle fist mashes, lips curled--
Yet the model is alive, stainless.
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