(This is unfinished, no title as of yet...)
Naked again, looking into the mirror,
just mystified by the curve
your pregnant (man's) belly makes
(the chest, a bit large to call them pecs)
but mostly that dive downward
that impressive hill leading into the forest
and outward to the cliff.
(Is that what a Jewish penis always looks like?)
Our body is a long curve,
isn't it? And yet that's what, supposedly,
interests us men: curves, the voluptuousness
of a bottom lip, the hip
curve enough to place a hand,
something to rest on
that suddenly your fingers
grow, widen like a dilated pupil
(here's where it's unfinished...ideas??)
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