A Word Runway Show
That breast
That I can’t see,
But I can caress
With my eyes….
It so pleases me.
What is hidden
Draws me to you,
Because it’s so forbidden.
If only I could read your thoughts,
Like our clothes let me read
Your body.
But that is what language can do,
When it is well cut
And sewn.
Where is the runway show,
That gives our words
As much attention
As a high fashion show?
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