wet with beads of water
her legs dance back and forth
as she pedals the earth through another day
biking down the street
after a dip in the sea
big round lips
laughing to herself
laughing at herself
laughing at the world
a bird sits on her shoulder
her tanned and naked shoulder
she dances round the garden
all slanty eyes and tilty hips
and big round bouncing chest
sweat above her brows
laughing to herself
laughing at herself
laughing at the world
hoisting a child to her hips
cooing softly in the evening
light plays off the ocean
highlighting her features
soft brown hair
falling to her thighs
eyes twinkling in the twilight
laughing to herself
laughing at herself
laughing at the world
sleeping when the day is done
mother nature smiles
a fat and lovely woman
nested in a bed of leaves
on a tree top
at the crux of existence
on the brink of something real
laughing to herself
laughing at herself
laughing at the world
The work of a girl-woman whose sole talents are writing and being lazy.
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