Sensuous Woman in the Park

She married

and abandoned her body

to a formless shift


Her breasts still appeared,

though,

when the wind made her

arch her neck

and catch its thrust

with her mouth,

the fumpy pink cotton

pressing against

her nipples’ rise


And she thought that

she now was more sensuous

than she was when she was in denim,

with children tugging

at her dancing hem,

with light straining to find

the shadow of her hips,

with imaginings to keep her fulfilled,

with men to play the dunce

to her smile.

 

(1980)

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