Skin the colour of day-old satsumas stretches across tired cheekbones.
Eyebrows arched, always curious lips red and moist part in instructed surprise.
Thighs the width of knees quiver in the light which bounces off waxy surfaces. Baby's buttocks are wrapped in a g-string; acres of smooth skin strapped in. No hair out of place but mostly, no hair at all.
And pale blue eyes blanketed in passivity half-close in anticipation and submission, both.