You are now sleeping on your side
with your back turned to me
and I see the line
that your spinal cord is making
and my sight follows it over your buttocks
till it disappears at the back of your ankles.
You are now sleeping on your side
with your back turned to me
but it only causes my hand
to slip easily over your curves
and to hang on your soft breast
as if I can catch the life in you
magically like this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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