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by John Tustin

I see your body laid out on the bed and

It is a fine thing, a work of art -

One bare foot leaning over the edge just so

And I wish in this moment I could be

Younger and not so easily out of breath

But it just happens to be on this desolate today

That your body is laid out on the bed like this,

So largely lovely and so lovingly largely displayed

That it is like contemplating a painting painted by someone

More impressive, expressive, talented and daring than me -

Dumbfounded, I am looking at you from this bottomless well

As you lie above me and beneath me, who is hungry now

For your body largely lovely with hair of fire, eyes of light,

Thighs of depths and your soft belly a cornucopia with all of

Your heaving heaven that lies below me as I am rising above.

About John Tustin:

John Tustin’s poetry has appeared in many disparate literary journals since 2009. His first poetry collection is from Cajun Mutt Press is now available at . contains links to his published poetry online.

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