Naked Heart
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If you have seen her face and not the soul
then you have never known anything at all...
pines, orchids, fireflies light the June nights
yet they sleep when dark morning bows
its barren crown: and there in slumber,
are their eyes awake to see the
glory behind the mist?
Lines, curves of a woman we behold
as summer blooms, but it is in winter
when her naked heart blazes
until the tiny lamplights of her body
weep, giggle, and invigorate.
The rage and silence of her inner lenses,
these do you not discover?
She opens the gates of her moans
for walls to expose her supple pearls,
this child- maiden rippling between waves
and unclothed seeds, unbidden…
If these you cannot grasp,
then you will never behold her bare splendor.
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Naked Contest of Anthony Slausen
11/14/16
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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