Concupiscence After the rough stuff — hammer, chisel, rasp — comes the part he takes most pleasure in: surface work with files and emery stones, smoothing Carrara marble till it shines. Now shadows pool in hollows, dusky-soft, while sunlight draws attention to the crests of curves: the chubby center of a cheek, a wing, a ringlet, anything convex; and he's a fool, whoever says that boys aren't rounded! From the nape of Cupid's neck down to the dip in his adolescent back, the sculptor runs a loving fingertip as if to tease the god; and with a smile, decides to let the model stay a while. Rose Kelleher If you have any comments on this poem, Rose Kelleher would like to hear from you.