Soft fabric falls across her white shoulder
in an elaborate display. Her two legs
seem endless, infinite, her soft wet feet
understand her body. I have held her feet
like sand or water, she brushes her shoulder
against my cheek and lips. Her stretched leg
in a bath, the reflected surfaces of legs,
hip and waist. She moves her delicate feet
in a choreography expressed by shoulders,
bare shoulders led by dancing legs and feet.
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