75. Her Lines - Leslie

• Her lines are the curve of my earth.
  A gently flowing embrace.
  Her eyes, my oceans; her breasts, my mountains.
  Her lines are the curve.
  A whispered laugh.
  Her fingers, my fjords; her hair, my sky.
  Her lines are.
  A poem read softly.
  Her lips, my hills; her arms, my streams.
  Her lines.
  A cathedral in a desert.
  Her stomach, my meadows, her legs, my rivers.
  Her.