A real woman is soft as dew
bled from the atmosphere

She is a river of froth sculpting a latitude
out of basalt columns of gnashed teeth

shimmering as she slithers over stones
smoothed round by her steady devotion to levity

She is so incredibly soft,

you could easily slip into her deep satin folds
& be forever released

as she carries you on & on… anon

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