Bending over backwards with grace
Arms were poetic asymmetry
Arms were poetic asymmetry
Hands and fingers integral
In the aesthetic of flex
Her breasts firm and full
Reaching into the fingers of the sun
Her long flaxen hair merging
With the sun eating field
It is clear she lives for the poppies
Sometimes I wish I had
More than seeing eyes
Yet I remain the universe's servant
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