Ekphrasis

She could be dead, for all we know, lifted up as an offering to the gods. Her eyes are closed and her arms fall behind her, limp, held in place by sinew and bone, but not by the coursing of blood. There is grace in her form that follows the curve of her spine and explodes through the point of her toes. She is beautiful, even in the form of death. Light, almost holy, illuminates her face. If she is dead, she died content, or in love. But the dead often appear so. ~Joseph Devenport

Picture: Darci Kistler and Robert LaFosse by Annie Leibovitz