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Your legs..

Man

Like scriptures

They dance

Across the moon's backyard

And leave footprints shaped like God eyes

Thighs that rise similar

to the symptoms of six a.m.

in the springtime

While beachside

Hallowed heels that

heal heaven’s heartaches

hold toes like tomes

Well versed on the first touch

of mother nature's fingertips

Your lips

Soft as a clouds grip

Strangling the cackled laughter

Of zeus’s favorite whip