Picking small yellow leaves
and flowers out of your pubic
hair I realize how much I’ve
been wanting to write a sexy
poem full frontal and dorsal
and rear nudity of the poem
that is the male body
and the female body
as Whitman fairly put it
but why have we put a fence
around it to keep ourselves
out or to have to fight
our way through to
the original tenderness
of feeling you up?
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