Now you have legs up to the garter belt Poem by Flavio Santi

Now you have legs up to the garter belt



Now you have legs up to the garter belt
well braised hips
wild animals around your breast, a lace
thin to the point of excommunication
you dress in black and
now you're always Betty Boop and
I your friendly little dog
at your side all rag
drooling from my mouth
a parade exhibit.

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