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My head
Fuzzy like a peach
Body a narrowed nude
At the window
Tugging at tangled strings
Of the knotted shades
I must look to you
Like a crash test dummy
Unveiling the view
Of our wall
You, a framed Botticelli,
Reclined in flowing flannelette
And the wistful glare of a princess bared
Down to her last cigarette
My face
Swept like a beach
A canvas denuded
And the window
Color devoured by sea's
Voracious wind
I must look to you
Like a crash test dummy
Unveiling the view
Of our wall
You, a framed Morelli,
Reclined in flowing flannelette
And the wistful glare of a princess bared
Down to her last cigarette
My hands
Scaled like a creature
Taller once and revered
At the window
A posy of birds
Offering song
I must look to you
Like a crash test dummy
Unveiling the view
Of our wall
You, a framed Modigliani,
Reclined in flowing flannelette
And the wistful glare of a princess bared
Down to her last cigarette
