if i could i would write whole books
for these small heroes, my hands,
winding easily through dense air to
bring and break, to push, place, arouse--
or the legs, long and lean
biggish thighs but they don't impose
palates of muscle wrapped to my bones
and the bones, they are another story
i love them simply and at the core of myself
and this is how it goes:
body young, body strong,
body loves bodies long
body give, body take,
body old, body break
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