sliding over thighs
fingers tracing
memory lines
sealed in elasticity
expanding to touch
where once they curved inward
into broad limbs
bone sculpted unto bone
with unforced rhythm
now lost in waves of
cellulite
that giggled just enough
to set the memories free
dripping away upon
sweaty tears
from too close thighs
and no one whistled
as she walked by
the thin beauty
once possessed
lived only within
her inner eye...
A contest entry
- Quickie for the Bored Poet by zillion.
300 points, ended June 15, 2007, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Such a delight to read. Wonderfully amusing. She does have a good attitude. It is people like this that you wonder if they even have a mirror in their house!!! Good luck in the contest.
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Nicely done cupcake, oh wait get your hands off that your on a diet!!!
well done for sure...Scott
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Wow, to have created this in such a short time is quite impressive. This is sad and very real. I love societal writes, so I'm sure this'll be one of my favorites.
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