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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3280 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Male Torso Emusing (Lois P. Jones) Mari’s hips ripple. Her arms paint imaginary strokes, shape the white washed walls. She conjures your image, twenty feet tall shock brown torso, headless-- arms not quite touching your sides hips slightly forward poised like a confident cat oh yes... I wanted that painting-- your stomach, a smooth plane of cajon, legs cut at the edge of canvas. I imagine the small moons curved below, waist carved out of palosanto wood my tongue’s desire spread into honey. You have the gift of endless wanting, always the lean of leg to satisfy some country waiting to insist yourself to release bone body into the night. |
