the bodies of the slow crawl

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Open Poetry #48

the bodies of the slow crawl

Tomer
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since 2002-06-28

Posts 1168
Michigan

0 posted 2012-10-03 09:20 PM

Her stockings glided
carefully inside her legs
with a small shade of lipstick
traced alongside the cotton pillow
that smelled of light mango
from her necks past brushes
with the winds shy beau

She use to wear her makeup
like a muse living in the cabin
next to the woods
spiritual, magnetic
a feel for the wind
that only autumn felt
when its skin of leaves
slowly parsed the ground

Glided inside the left side of her leg
where the jewels at the bottom of the sea
use to feel her rosewood naval
with a collage of trees just under
the bridge of her small face
his hands fared across her body
as her stockings watched with great intent.

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