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Unforgotten - By Me


I remember her often,

Standing in profile,

In a closet doorway.

Clothed only in white-blue moonlight.



In the midst of some errand,

She paused for a moment,

with thoughtful eyes,

casual, like no one was watching.



She glistened with a sweaty glow.

Her breasts were full and heavy.

She kept her feet planted firmly,

But her hand reached out to some forgotten goal.



Time slowed for the moment.

With my eyes I traced the curve of her back.

And I wondered how it was,

That no artist had ever painted so beautiful a scene.