Main T.o.C. Change Resist Ground Art

Devon Balwit Hail to the Pure (After Ivan Abright’s Portrait of Chigi Piedra) Christ died for this—to nestle at the breast of a nubile maiden. Look at him concentrating in the ivory of her brooch, feeling her blood pulsing beneath silken skin. His is the stillness of the overly-full. She feels it, too, lips pooched round with surprise, even her cameo wide-eyed. She has bundled herself like a refugee, everything she owns in layers, fat against want. Now, she burns like an oven, so warming the dead god that he may just rise again, flinging off his shroud and stripping her bare. Then, even the cherubim will blush.

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