Why do you tease me so?
Your every question is a trap
i would trample all my
Bronze if i could have
A brain that might seem resolute
Another riddle from you?
The woman walking towards us
Is she prettier?
Her hair has a fair bounce
The rhythm of her footsteps
Is timed to the admirer's heartbeat
Her knees are strong
Not like youth but with experience and form
Her hips can give a man permission to live
Or to dropp dead
Her mid and lower back
More parallel than any well kept track
Her chest
Did you see the men as she passed
How their all short of breath?
Her arms without blemish
They have never been bruised
And i pray they never shall
Her neck
The goal of every diamond
Her face only from birth
Has been beautiful
And every day since
Only more
Now
Is she prettier?
Darling there will come many prettier
Than she
And still they will not know a single
Thought from me
Prettier?
Darling i'm glad you've saved
A question
That answers to easily
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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