Anatomy
An-at-oh-mee
Will you make a friend with me?
Curves and hairs
And you-know-wheres
Lips and tips
Of fingers
Linger
Kisses from misses
And dangers from strangers
What clothes can hide
Familial and not
Familiar and never-known
Embraces
Bright faces
And moods to go along
Anatomy
Anatomy
Great, beautiful anatomy
Sculpted in clay
Finer than diamonds
When life is up,
To the ground with thee,
Anatomy
From dust
To dust
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 10:49 PM UTC
Anatomy
An-at-oh-mee
Will you make a friend with me?
Curves and hairs
And you-know-wheres
Lips and tips
Of fingers
Linger
Kisses from misses
And dangers from strangers
What clothes can hide
Familial and not
Familiar and never-known
Embraces
Bright faces
And moods to go along
Anatomy
Anatomy
Great, beautiful anatomy
Sculpted in clay
Finer than diamonds
When life is up,
To the ground with thee,
Anatomy
From dust
To dust
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