Lisa Ebehardt Poet I do not know?

My Body

I am a young woman.

Fruitful. Abundant.

Tight, youthful, soft, an escape.

Eyes a soft sea blue. 

Wandering hues on the brink of gray.

Casting shadows over watchful eyes, my brows uplifted in surprise.

My lips, so pink. Taught. Contrast my ivory skin.

My arms, once lanky, stretch to my thighs. A foreign limb.

Once renounced to me.

Carrying themselves like a separate being.

My thighs.

Oh to what do I owe this pleasure?

A chunk of meat attached to each leg.

Tree trunk width, petal soft feel.

Embarrassing, yet tis is me.

Legs so long. 

Touch the sky.

Hair so wild, Chestnut and gold.

At my side, so thick, windblown.

Feet so slim, little round toes.

Peek underneath knobby knees above.

I arch my back to see behind.

What a timid gesture, why so shy?

Rosy hot cheeks, eyes down in dismay.

This is my body.

My Body always....

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Robert Pettit January 23, 2014 at 8:25 PM Reading this is stimulating my senses. Good descriptiveness.

Pace Ink-U-Script January 21, 2014 at 2:41 PM Awesome write Lisa!!!!

Poet Tacito January 21, 2014 at 12:29 AM I think the most vital element of this "physical" writing is that it's not your body that needs to be cherished...it's your identity. Your characteristics. Color me impressed with the deeper message embedded in the "body" of this poem. :) Poet Tacito January 21, 2014 at 12:40 AM Hi there! Yes, you're quite right. The catch about what we see in front of us: Accepting what we see. Understanding what we've learned. Growing into what we can become. Not changing who we are, but improving it. Your words seem to know a lot of wisdom. I truly respect that. Lisa Ebehardt January 21, 2014 at 12:36 AM Sometimes I think that a person's true identity is masked by their characteristics. As you can see, the whole point of this piece is basically about standing naked in front of a mirror, and the difficulty in stating the obvious. The things that are easier to "cope," with about yourself versus the more complex parts that you wish you could change. I'm glad you understood what I was going for.