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
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