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Click hereYour eyes are shut so tight in bows
you can't see me, and it's easy when you're teeming,
and thinking I'm studying other parts of you,
you'd never peek, while I stare intently at your scar,
'though it might be your birthmark...I've never asked
and you've never told, about that little moon-shaped arc
on your warm pale-pink thigh,
But I know you know it, and I know you don't love it like I do,
you'd cross your legs funny, so your skirt wouldn't show
that scar or birthmark--please don't tell me which...
And I don't want to know if one of your sisters threw a rock at you,
and I don't want to hear about some eternal blemish
that's always going to mark up you, because it's special
when you're teeming and you can't see me,
and your eyes are shut so tight in bows.
I like the angry attitude of this poem. You don't really give a care about the girl's history but your still happy to sleep with her. Classic.
i mentioned this poem in the new poem review thread in the Poetry Forum - wildsweetone