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Curved from the polished bone
in sinewy suggestion:
words, naked confession,
breasts sagging in the light,
bright flesh in stark rhythm
and reverberating verse.
And a bead of sweat
flows down her side
rolling over her hip
and down her thigh.
The poem ends
before the salt stains
the floor -- the carpet
and she walks away,
her forgotten lines repeated
in the saline sway of footsteps.
metaphor. I loved your imagery, esp
'her forgotten lines repeated
in the saline sway of footsteps.'
Wonderful reading