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The Body's Poetry
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Junior Year - College Do not call me shallow
For I see the curves as a pen
That is writing something beautiful
And impossible to explain with words
It is not an object of lust
That drives my fingers
Gently along hips
Around to the navel
I am simply reading, admiring
Slowly releasing and taking breath
Latent eruption
Shaking, thrusting
I'm across the room
Mesmorized by art
As somehow in the dark
A club has become a museum
