Curves with Weight
“and Adam knew Eve”
Photo by Engin Akyurt on Pixabay
The beauty in a woman shows the etch
Of curves. Those hips are not just there as on
That early man. They forced the Christ to stretch
Them in His universe at humans’ dawn
No matter if a serpent entered in
The Eden garden scene. They stand for fruit,
Its shape and promise, even fruit of sin,
Its promise of both good and evil, route
To knowledge, Knowledge men desire, desire
And swallow in their hearts. These hips, they swell,
In parallel with womb once men send fire
Of life inside, once men cast in their spell.
The breasts, more generous, are like those hips.
They feel new swollen, worshipped by men’s lips.
Angles Inside You
The beauty in a man is as the heft
Of shapes like squares and pyramids, Ideal
These forms, and manly modes are not bereft
Of grace. Strength’s curves, which fingers want to feel,
Are swelling everywhere, on shoulders, arms
And chest. The thighs and calves and underlips
Demand attention and we know that harms
Are hidden in them, yet we know those hips
Were made for one thing first in sheets and bed.
Hips power the thrusting. Hips are for the thrust
Of life. They do that thing to fill and shred
The heart, your heart. They power the seed-filled gust.
You know that gust inside you, silent awe
Its meaning. You can almost feel its gnaw.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Jan 14, 2025 | FE, MA, Uncategorized |