you are pale
perfectly
shaped when exhaled
carved into constant movement
ancient greek statue-esque with breast and stomach
beautifully weak with muscles aching
(never breaking)
breathing deeply
shoulders slack
and stretch to the ceiling
extend the back
you are broad
thick with vitality
coursing through your veins
and vain with good reason
as female as they come
gentle contours of the body
living, breathing, numb
I am not mirror
Woman:
More than a reflection.
An innate but inward vitality, naked, but invisible to the eye.
In my mind, I feel the contoured kinship of a mountain range.
Without looking I feel a stillness and a hum
That is as woman as they come
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