Until last week, I hadn't written a poem since January. And as far as real MEANING goes, it was pretty weak - a cute little rhyming diddy to cheer up my girl at the time, sent with the classic box of chocolates and some medicine for her cold. It was fun at the time. Before that, the last poem I wrote was some kind of profession of admiration,
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I love the line about Michelin baby.
What surprises me, honestly, is that Leslie didn't post something in direct response to this idea. She is so incredibly comfortable with her body (she's skinny, maybe that's the difference) that when she moves in with me, I'll have to carry around extra shirts and make her put them on ... like the principal always has a few extra t's for the kids who come dressed "inappropriately."
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Yes, I am very comfortable with my nakedness. I also have this weird habit of becoming vulnerable to people by "exposing myself" literally and figuratively. The second poem also reminds me of the one you wrote once, Jen... a poem that included... something something... smooth leg on leg, mine... something about being naked under the covers and devouring the flesh of another... damn, I used to have photocopies of all the poems you'd sent me... wonder if I can find that one.
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