She extends her toes, the blue eyes in her face
are piercing. I sing of woman and her arms
above her head, her postures, how she dances
in the nude. How the light illumines forms
and gives her body volume, how her hair
flows in warm curls like Sunshine. In the warmth
of morning, I get lost in the sweet affair
between us, nectar flowing on her waist
and her sticky-sweet belly. The window glares
into the room, the fruit are ripe to taste,
I move them with my tongue. Her eyes have forced
me to give up myself, it seems I have wasted
my life. When she reveals herself, a silence
falls over trees and obscures the Moon's face.
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