Monday, 18 July 2011

Body Image

Too tight, too big, too low too small
It never quite fits the way that she is
The straight down hips, the protruding ribs

She can buy kids clothes, looks like a doll
Aspiring to the appearance of a juvenile
To regress  playing  hide and seek  for a while

His milky arms pause in contemplation
Youthful beauty paraded and bare
Sculpted chin ,supple calf beyond compare

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo

Bacchanalian excess wild conflagration
Yet never quite enough to sate the pain
From the outside in, gorging refrain

A  grotesque weight bears down
Willing wilful disfiguration
The final gulp sweet peroration

Cat walk strut alluring sway
Turn that shoulder then walk this way

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