These curves (ample though they are)
have been adored,
polished like fine silver,
used as a cushion
for the hardest of hearts.
They languish lazily
on bones begging to be revealed
(such grim protrusions they can be!)
These curves
have given birth
to love and lust,
suckling babes
who greedily drank their fill
and men who did the same.
These curves
have been molded like clay
by a master's hands
and the bones still lie dormant,
waiting in vain
for what has already been
a long time coming.


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