Artistic Nude Photography

O silent night, enrobed in sable deep,
Where none but silver stars dare cast their gaze,
She moves—a shadow wakened out of sleep,
A whispered flame that flickers ‘midst the haze.

No cloth doth bind her, none dare still her flight,
Bare as the wind, yet swathed in unseen grace,
She bends, she sways, a phantom born of light,
With moonbeams tracing secrets on her face.

The dark, though blind, doth bow to such a sight,
As if in awe of beauty left untamed,
Her breath, the song; her step, the spark of night,
A fire unchained, yet never to be named.

O freedom’s ghost! O untold, fleeting art!
She dances lone, yet sets ablaze my heart.