The Baths at Esalen
How pretty breasts are —
surely the most beautiful parts of our bodies
(aside from faces)
& men don’t have them
only their stump & sad sack
plus all that hair
(I once had a lover
whose ass grew golden fur I fondled
surely the most beautiful parts of our bodies
(aside from faces)
& men don’t have them
only their stump & sad sack
plus all that hair
(I once had a lover
whose ass grew golden fur I fondled
soft, like a pet bear) —
pretty breasts & pretty nipples
from small to large
or scars in their place
above bellies, hips, & thighs
some lean, some swollen
layered & larded to architectural excess —
these too, achingly beautiful
(sometimes a challenge
to move or dress) —
here at baths beside the sea,
pretty breasts & pretty nipples
from small to large
or scars in their place
above bellies, hips, & thighs
some lean, some swollen
layered & larded to architectural excess —
these too, achingly beautiful
(sometimes a challenge
to move or dress) —
here at baths beside the sea,
the Western edge of this new world
we stole from locals,
everyone here to tackle our
flawseveryone so well fed.
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