It just came to me.
The perfect body is like the
perfect ocean.
I wouldn’t know one if I were
Drowning in it.
Waves and shorelines are where
I look for perfection.
And in bodies,
Soft folds, delicate dimples
like fingerprints in wet sand.
Curves and creases, flat spots
stretched and glistening, the
metallic glow of perspiration,
knotted muscles to be undone.
Solitary hairs, artfully
out of place.
Freckles, moles
the blush from white to rose
(and darker pools of deep backwater)
Skin draped on bones like damp towels
drying in a morning breeze.
And the soft light hidden
behind closed lids.
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