Friday, 8 November 2013

take a moment...

my breasts
too big to be contained
so you
take them
in your
cupping up the
base before you
paste on the plaster.
take a moment...

the plaster
wet chalk works the crevices
concealing from sight
but not from touch
dripping tickles
this isn't like
icing a 
take a moment...

lying prostrate
with the weight of white
a crater landscape
on my torso
my nipples spike
at the idea of posterity
plaster casts
more than the truth
lasts longer than a moment...

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