The morning dawns, I step out of bed
Because I want to feel it, I go through

being born in public, I undress myself
in the street and it feels funny

I caress my goosebumps, it's embarrassing
that I have to *** on the waterfront

We're standing still not to fall
Shoulder before shoulder all together

We're standing still for the picture
like athletes at the start, we stretch, forget

the small hard shelves, the extending toes
and the cold iron between **** and legs

We're standing still as if we hover –
an arch of bellies soft

stretched over the canal
Venuses for a moment