she struts her stuff
caught with ants
waving her struggle
nodding in somnolence
o’ you mushy woman
intolerably bright
her peculiar breast now sing
observing the unbalanced air
the swollen seasons where lovers lay their spines
petal picking legs apart
veiling the gilled fungi stemmed
obsessing the pores
the edible delight
to regularly love
right here
right now
night after night
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