Bora born

Widgie_

Toggled hips, flexed by night light
belly belt, slits slung below.
Curtained brown, hugged by skin tone
fleshed out legs sting denim's form.

Shadows stretch, just can't win her
joined as other lights possess.
Slide into morphed existence
inside out no presence felt.

Slow return, shadows chase her
wide white belt, brave shaved front.
Stretched legs, search lost arm pits
waddle wiggled, splendid sight.


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© Aug 2005 _ Nhawrr yirrpa  


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