(In the room the women come and go/
Talking of Michael Angelo

-The Love Song of Alfred Prufrock by T.S.Eliot

we walk her art and artifice
not so much as a sacrifice
but as by an affectated girl
before breakfast, lover boy
standing kneeling kissing

her art is amazing adultery
from eyelids , heart flowing
perfumed , spreading cheer
affective , adulterating joy
not of uninhibited senses

art duly opposes her nature
nature’s grace in lip corner
fear of death, love of beauty
a poem’s adultery in purity
pearls that are not her eyes.