Oh, spacey naked
Baby Boo!
What is to be
done with you?
Warm upon a
sweet
pink flannel
wrap,
you lie as if
in some
god’s cosmic
lap,
your body in-between
two halves of
nap –
ever at the
brink
of happy
heaven –
fat and smooth
and ripe –
at
forty-seven..
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