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Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Duclinea Tries to Comfort Don Quijote

By Bonnie Lyons

Back then,
with my full breasts
lean hips and full belly,
you loved my body
because it was beautiful.

Now when the downward
pull of gravity and the grave
have taken a little here
added a lot there,
you can love my body only

because it is my body.
Absurdly unexpected as all
these predictable losses,
we enter the real
age of romantic love.

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