as many poets do
the asymmetrical swell,
wide berth, heavy hipped,
rounded like woman.
Thin skin,
barely stretches over flesh,
so easily bruised,
so tempting when ripe.
Complex and divine.
Handle with care.
Shaped like the womb
of the Great Mother,
dressed in a blush of pink,
dappled and mottled
sienna and azo.
It is the fetching way
in which it sits
atop the table,
leaning to the left,
stem curved as if pointing
to some unseen origin.
Lumpy, bumpy, heavy hipped,
Not at all like me.
Well, sometimes like me,
well, often like me,
rounded like a woman.
Thin skin,
barely stretches over flesh,
so easily bruised,
so tempting when ripe.
Complex and divine.
Handle with care.
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