ANNE LOMBERG

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POETRY

Photo by Anne Lomberg

Muse

Only her breath
and the sound of the sensuous echo
her voice
and her well chosen touch
the sensitive way she moves
and her wet kiss

she can easily sit or lie
doing nothing, simply stunning
a graceful suit

she was so much more
than the span of my arms,
stronger than my faith of being
insecure,
indifferent

her small fingers between my legs
and her delicate head in my heated stove,
my peaceful lap,
my only heart

she was so much more
than a tear,
more than a fleeting movement,
a cigarette length

always remaining realistic,
–SHE–
15 meters above the ground
brilliant, excellent,
the doubled twitching of my limb

she,
she was,

she was so much more
than being good
or being evil.