by Jenny Sadre-Orafai
(12/15/04)

I will push this poem towards the hips
and the hips will be delighted to sway.

I will smooth this poem flat in between
two strong olive thighs, like trunks,
making songs sing in between down there.

I will make this poem curve around breasts --
paper cones covering downward slopes.

I will take this poem's small, small ear,
bend it to my lips and say "you are so, so sexy."

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