There She Is

There she is, her pose complete striking and defined, beckoning me. Those sweeping lines enhance her most excellent form and demeanor. As though she reads my thoughts she turns to flash some forget-me-nots drawing groans for what she's got. She escapes common eyes, but few keen ones recognize all she can do for the one who can woo her out of that cloak into view. I am the one to draw her out as she allows what I am about to slice away distracting mass birthing both beauty and class. For as I perform I begin to see her potential become a reality. I laugh out loud to think I could see a perfect spoon in a block of wood.