an integral part of my beauty is my size,
the shape i take in your eyes,
the mutual-attraction surprise
when my hips-no-tize.
i trapped you in my thighs
and you sighed
'oh my'.
and i thought i'd feel more on guard and jaded
when it turned out i'd been berated
by a predilection unabated
since your desire was fated &
heretofore unsated;
you were only casually frustrated by
such a fetish unrated.
so what, who cares, if i'm only flesh for your eyes
and toes for your lips and
hips for your kiss
the spirit incidental, unmissed
just fractionated bits,
sectioned, unwhole
your stolen glimpses
of my fat eclipses:
the dionysian side of an apollonian life.
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