her anthropometrics

where as the one percent

as stated by tilley 84,

rove and reach of shoulder

pivots found the old cream towel,

drawn about

her form partially visible

in steamed mirror,

obscured as much as

thoughts in mind,

he was here

within these yellow walls

box of existence,

and seen flesh promised

long ago,

breasts heavier in their curve

and descent yet pliable

to kiss and touch,

face accentuated by features

another birthday brings,

yet he was remaining

on the sprung mattress

iron frame a secure

resting place,

his fingers found nature

and illumination in copper

hair spilling on damp shoulders

a gentleness that surprised after

passionate initiation ,

eyes drawn down

further rolling form of belly

indented by umbilical reminder

to that v between the thighs,

once thought blemishes

stretch marks

and cellular distortion

would detract and place him

away from her,

yet he waited

as she hurried towel as a cloak

mind and steam

dissipated ,

returning to a bedroom

no longer solitary

to absorb more feeling

Degas, Edgar woman-with-a-towel-1898

magpie tales statue stamp 185

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Comments
  1. Some nice lines here, like, “hair spilling from damp shoulders.”

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