Robert James Berry

When the rings tightened on your fingers
And your two feet rose like loaves
Pregnant lady

You were stately as a Spanish galleon.

Lilac skin soft as powder
Your hair a jet jewel
Your breasts rising hills

A woman sharper than a tiger
Who bites deeper than a hurricane’s teeth.

I am watching your irises
Blacker than ink pools.
Infernos are fanned under your eyelashes. 

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