Smooth curves and angles,
Every inch inspected,
Every inch perfect,
Perfect hair that flows and tickles the wind,
Perfect breasts that tease the leaves and flowers,
Perfect legs with feet that caress the water,
If we must be modest,
Life a bore,
Than let just this one, if not many more,
Give its gift to others,
Its legs,
Breasts,
And hair,
To let it be known that the body is perfect,
It needs no inspection,
No grooming and wishing, that something was there,
While you worry of your difference,
Just let me sit here,
Let me admirer,
Admire what you have given me,
The words of a kind and gentle goddess,
Of which there are many,
The words that make your hair flow and tickle the wind,
The laughs that make your breasts tease the leaves and the flowers,
And the company that allows your Perfect feet to caress the water,
Author notes
this is dedicated to someone who i hope will never read this!
A contest entry
- The X Chromosome (700 POINTS) by Shahrazad.
700 points, ended December 6, 2007, 25 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I thought this was a lovely poem! And just out of curiosity, why wouldn't you want the person this is dedicated to to read this? Good peice- thanks for entering it in the contest!
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i thought you might ask
This poem is about a good friend of mine who has some deformations that she is self conscious about, she is missing a finger and her others are almost useless. I have written several other poems about her. Her life is just so inspiring, it makes me think "well she has been living like this all her life, so what I’m going through is nowhere near what she is." she keeps me going, because she keeps going, its amazing.
I don’t want her to read this because we are just friends, and it doesn’t sound like that in the poem.
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