chiaroscuro

you are an orange.

or perhaps a bust,carved,

in soft marble

a statue with veins 

cast in flesh coloured plaster 

melting into the ochre backdrop

on a chiaroscuro stage

and look,

you are so complicated 

however much they gaze

squint, stare, in the most unabashed way,

they cannot translate 

the shadows in you're knees

and shaking silent stillness 

of you're tender marble limbs

aren't you complicated,

perplexing little orange

on chiaroscuro stage