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Fire In Her Body
Mid-life street woman from red town she was...I grew up with her under mango trees now softly drooping their shoulders much like hers.. but she, still contoured like a Paul Gauguin urn, is wrapped in arms lovely in flesh and heat: fanned banana leaves swaying to samba notes while cooking fried bamboo roots; her fragrance buzzing along summer's exotic beat. How she then pinched my cheeks with her tapered fingers still pink on veins floating through her quivering body… Somehow, she gave me this epiphany of touch; the slow wave of body rhythm lightly fondling the rosiness of my adolescent skin. If i knew how to pivot in the wakening garlands of Latin steps, it was her ample hips winding and bellying in nights and morns of her own wanton sashays... Oh how I long to climb her mango tree, her waxing then waning shape still blazing among bursting seeds of female treachery or finery. I tell myself, there is no age when her fire sways in places where tropical eyes dazzle with her near flowing, soaking limbs…so tenderly wild because she, Livia, nymph of the forest raw, has nothing else to lose. © for Debbie's Women, and SKAT's Poem #2 by nette onclaud
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