The Only Thing Poem by Paulos Ioannou

The Only Thing





The only thing she had left to sell
to survive in this market place was her body.
The one with the almond eyes,
blue like the pristine waters of the ocean,
the lips red as ripe cherries,
the elegantly shaped breasts round
and graceful like an overripe orange.
A flawless slender figure ready
to be touched, caressed and violated
under the sun's rays or the shadows of the moon.

Thankfully for now
in the prime of her youth
she had a plethora of
competitive advantages
in this marketplace and she
could compete with anybody on body charms.

Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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