Corpulent Eyes Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Corpulent Eyes



She looks firm as an apple sausage

in its pig skin and when easing

out of her corseted flesh

she flows like honey


She would look much better

in flowing pants but when she turns

with a slight limp

her eyes meet mine


In that momentary twinkle

I love everything about her

even her ankles that funnel

into pear-like hips

Sunday, September 13, 2009
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