Curve of hips
To the sway of bust
From man’s rib
Crafted from dust
Meant to be cherished
Not understood
No trophy
But a gift
No reward
But stars that shine
Through the longest nights, infinite
Diamonds at the meeting of thighs
Buds that bloom without spring
Eyes that dance
Lips that sing
And woman
To the bone
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