You are a
and a while,
do not drown
19 Things Women Writers Are Sick Of Hearing by the lovely Saeed Jones, over at Buzzfeed Books.
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today I looked at myself with your eyes. discovered
the soft curve of shoulders the tired round breasts which
want to sleep and slowly roll down in spite of themselves.
my legs unfolding offering infinitely up to
the limits absent from what is me and what beyond me
throbs in every leaf in every raindrop.
I saw myself as if through glass in your eyes
looking at me. I felt your hands on the warm tight
skin of my thighs and obeying your command
I stood naked before a huge mirror. and then
I covered your eyes not to see and not to feel
the loneliness of my body blossoming with you.