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ISABELLA'S BODY
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A
young woman's body carved out of the dawn,
high breasted, thin and willowy like a young tree.
The smoothness of her skin
is a wave cresting, a breeze moving,
the texture of sunlight, the texture of stars.
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I
am a secret
in the house of love, whispered
from mouth to mouth.
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She pushes laughter through a mirror
and creates light;
when she arches over me
the earth shifts,
as I enter her
desire is born.
The touch of her lips
transforms everything,
brings the moon up full and naked,
silences the sun,
giving a bold new life to the world.
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