Voluptuously Pleasing Lines
Gliding Before My Open Eyes.
These Lines, As Those, Only Obscure.
The Gleaming Expanse Of Flesh Glows
Like Blank Paper’s Wide Whiteness And
Tells Of Endless Possibilities In Passionatae Throes
But These Lines, As Those, Just Suggest.
How Is It That Things Half-Disclosed
Appear More Seductive; Like Truths Half-Clothed?