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Poetry Journal 6-4-2014
Their legs create gentle folds when they are looked at, the folds in turn inviting further looks. The folds capture even the slightest glance the way a car mirror catches the sun.
With boys it's the sweat that does it after a five mile run shirtless in the autumn sun.
Someone had to cut that silhouette so painstakingly, so slowly, painfully slow to one who isn't an artist and doesn't get it. Like the autistic black man who sits in public parks and such on pleasant afternoons and tears silhouettes from construction paper so intricate normal humans can't do but that is how the delicate shadow under those two trees over there were made.
Why do we uglify her fetish with that label just because she tingles with excitement squatting on the sidewalk making an expanding shallow pool grow in circumference around the hem of her skirt except when she menstruates and feels the warmth longer and the pool takes forever to form and old ladies pinch their faces together and mince around it while her girlfriend splashes around her dancing barefoot.
Autumn is a fertile girl reeking with desire for motherhood. She reeks with the scents that drive potential mates wild making their braincells fall at their feet like leaves exposing their erect trunks.
With boys it's the sweat that does it after a five mile run shirtless in the autumn sun.
Someone had to cut that silhouette so painstakingly, so slowly, painfully slow to one who isn't an artist and doesn't get it. Like the autistic black man who sits in public parks and such on pleasant afternoons and tears silhouettes from construction paper so intricate normal humans can't do but that is how the delicate shadow under those two trees over there were made.
Why do we uglify her fetish with that label just because she tingles with excitement squatting on the sidewalk making an expanding shallow pool grow in circumference around the hem of her skirt except when she menstruates and feels the warmth longer and the pool takes forever to form and old ladies pinch their faces together and mince around it while her girlfriend splashes around her dancing barefoot.
Autumn is a fertile girl reeking with desire for motherhood. She reeks with the scents that drive potential mates wild making their braincells fall at their feet like leaves exposing their erect trunks.
Published 5th Jun 2014
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