One double diagonal, swung
hard up from a tipping point
she'd left her right toe in,
but just,
Gravity came
to guest in her hips
and we all had to bless
that upward thrust and trust
to the fairy angel wings she'd strapped
on her back to uplift all us.
Well, wait. Hold up. Why must this
one poor woman drag the weight
of our gaze so dizzying high
above lust? Perhaps it's the luck
of the draw, or the call of the wild,
or maybe she simply had
some accounts to adjust.
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