Ekpthrasis

She rises out of the brown wrapper; a goddess incarnates from sugar and chocolate.  Her bottom half is hidden away by a plastic shield.  She is the biblical apple, tantalizing and sweet, her precious fruit disguised from prying eyes.  Remnants of her shield taunt the viewers with blue words emblazoned across her feminine prize.  ‘ICKERS’ is her cloak of virginity.  Her hips sway in a silent song as she poses.  Only the indentation of her belly button disrupts her flat porcelain slab of skin She is erect, tall in her blooming plastic flower.  She refuses to let your stares cripple her straightened spine.  She places a hand on her bare shoulder, careful to reveal an uncovered bit of breast to her audience.  Her nipples protrude from her naked chest, plump mounds of flesh sticking out in proud defiance.  She stares with a look that could melt caramel and chocolate, gray eyes straining to see more outside of her framed prison.  She too wants a carnal bite.  In her hungry gaze, one is stuck, transfixed in those eyes that promise tantalization and lust.  Her chestnut hair is tousled by an invisible wind, hints of blonde peeking through the roots.  Yet she is undisturbed by the curls whispering against her face; she only has eyes for you.  She is Aphrodite, rising out of her pearl of diabetes and high blood sugar, cresting over the wave of your attention.  Only her surrounding gold frame keeps her from blossoming off the wall. 

(2/5/19 Tang Museum)
Mel Ramos Candy II-Snickers, 2014 

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