Maja
How the buttress of your limbs
Extends beyond the creamy fringe
Of your oasis.
How you seem to float
On your sea-green, velveteen
Boat of understanding.
There is no hiding from your eyes
But I am caught between
Your naval and your thighs.
The earthy salience of your hips
Prolongs the motion of the light
That comes to rest on either breast.
Only few and far between
Know who you are
But I wonder how many
You’ve broken bread with,
Gone to bed with.
That’s alright though Maja,
It doesn’t matter who you are,
We all clad you promptly,
Long before your birth.
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