Your Perfect Body


Your Perfect Body

Propped up against the pillows to be admired
Arranged on your face a self-indulged smile
Your perfect body, not a scar nor a bruise
A strangely waxen exhibit to prove
Nothing can touch you – but you’re touching me!
You’re sealed like an envelope on planet vanity
Intangible yet feeding on my scabs and wounds
Self-absorbed detecting with cold marble hands
Attracted to yourself you do not make love to me
Your perfect body masturbates in company.

Frances Livings © 2007



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Please support the arts! You can purchase my music and spoken word – which I hope you will. If you find joy and inspiration in my words, and would like to provide additional support, please be lovely and consider a donation of your choosing – from anywhere between a coffee and a nice dinner. It will be deeply appreciated.

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