Beneath My Hands. More and More Boobies.

In this weeks theme of all things nude… a little more on the naked side of life from my man Leonard.

Woot.
Woot.

Oh and while we’re at it…

Can someone throw a girl a carb?

I am arguably the most premenstrual creature to ever walk the land…

Ar…

Ar…

Yar…

Beneath My Hands:

An excerpt from ‘The Spice-Box of Earth.’

Beneath my hands
your small breasts
are the upturned bellies
of breathing fallen sparrows.
Wherever you move
I hear the sounds of closing wings
of falling wings.
I am speechless
because you have fallen beside me
because your eyelashes
are the spines of tiny fragile animals.
I dread the time
when your mouth
begins to call me hunter.
When you call me close
to tell me
your body is not beautiful
I want to summon
the eyes and hidden mouths
of stone and light and water
to testify against you.
I want them
to surrender before you
the trembling rhyme of your face
from their deep caskets.
When you call me close
to tell me
your body is not beautiful
I want my body and my hands
to be pools
for your looking and laughing.

All images are mine, unless of course they’re Spencer Tunicks.

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