Small Cowper Madonna by Raphael, 1505
I am merely the bones you build on;
the canvas of complexion
where you buff and bleach this desert stone
to a paler, more pious perfection.
Where is my sun sueded skin?
My dark, oasis eyes?
The raven hair I passed to him
when I passed him between brown thighs?
For Kay's prompt at Real Toads.