Venus Forge 1

Hanging in the gallery he saw him.
Beautiful and in his skin,
so self-aware.
He took him in, that lightening stare.
Canvassing.

Minutes later she says;
"Did you see him looking?"
"No." he says, so disingenuous.
"Well he did. He framed you on the stair
as you brushed past."

Successful private retrospective,
articulated, set of by the space.
He's been appreciated and appraised,
his golden section understood.
Red spotted, he's been sold.