I stood shallow
in the core of my living body,
where hungry men
watch intently gestures,
dwindling hidden skin,
unravelling curves,
scrutinizing men
knelt with open eyes, begging;
a glorious contour
where kisses bequitted,
unions of
a sacrilege, baffling,
wide open eyes
spread praises,
on a missing covers
of a magazine;
i remained reckful
not to allow selfish obssessions,
of men
who play pianos with their perusive eyes,
my bosom stayed humble
yet filled of pride,
naked, stripped down
before men's inquisitive eyes...
