Learning to swim

My modern madonna knows herself
more than any before her
and learned her body
before any man could
covet her
Is she beauty or is she
a trophy out of reach

or is she the imperfect woman
sinking beside me
smiling while I
drown

I cling to what she let go
and crave what she never wanted

could I find her subterranean
rack of bones
could I hold up her spine and
smile
like she did while I floundered
to find mine

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