You'd look good in one of those French striped shirts
Scooped neck
Blue and white, and blue
Like Picasso
And you'd wear it
not because of Picasso
but because you think it looks good on you
And, you'd take it off for me and,
lying back on inviolable sheets, your breasts spread apart like a child's open hands
you'd look up at me and smile
Because they are yours
And they are mine too (you would tell me this as I held them in my own imperfect hands)
And you'd laugh
and forgive me
For loving you too little
or too much
Like Picasso,
and like Dora Maar
I'd be left with only a picture of you
lying there, not thinking of anything at all
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