Bodies glistening in the sun after a recent rain
So many curves
Arms reaching for the sky
All are motionless, but each differs from the next
Thin ones everywhere--
Fat ones here and there
Some are dark and peeling--ugly
Others are red and smooth
The beauty of these nude forms catches the eye
They are unashamed--
Even proud
I love this poem!
ReplyDeleteYou're doing poetry now? Thats great!
Oh, and you're right about the Madrone - it's a tree. Laurel is a bush.