Delilah’s Underwear

March 7, 2008

Running seams like curving paths
studded bows and diamond clasps,
Delilah moved

with scalloped sides –
hard bones lifting high
a swell of clevage.

She wasn’t girlish cross her heart,
would never starve to get to shards –
of her good former self.

Delilah liked her hillocks:

rolling out like gushing water
heaving bosoms, rising falling.
Men didn’t always

feel at ease.
would rather tiny little peas.
Del would smooth elastic pleats,

think fuck ’em.

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