About Femininity - Poem by Amy Marie
Her scent escapes her –
Against her own free will –
As it swirls around her body
Not quite letting go.
At first I am paralyzed –
Yearning to put out my spotted arm –
In attempt to reach her pale silk of skin
Which still hugs her body.
Then I can jump again –
Barely tapping the five foot mark –
On the frail old measuring stick on the wall.
It once again chooses a bare windowless wall over me.
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