fleshncolor
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- Mar 5, 2003
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A vet Lit user suggested I post this here....
I recently showed a picture to a group of peers of a nude
photograph that I took. The model who I was seeing at the time of the shoot, Is a beautifulwoman, not just to me in a biased opinion, but to society's "standards". One of thecomments on the image was, "the photograph would be perfect if she did not have tan lines." That kind of stuck with me and my response was, "it's the tan lines that help make her beautiful." And this poem sprouted from that interaction. This was inspired by her, not written about her, but women, and what you see, but don't see when you're in love.
It's Not Her Imperfections
It's not that she will laugh at your jokes
with a smile that is slightly crooked.
It's not that she can look into your heart
with eyes that do not open all the way.
It's not that she will hang on your every word
with ears that poke out to the side a bit.
It's not that she won't look at the mirror at herself
because she has a bit of a stomach.
It's not that you can feel the rough spots in her skin
as you run your hands across her body.
It's not that she stands in the bathroom for an hour
working with hair that will not cooperate.
It's not that she snores a just a little
while keeping your side warm in bed at night.
It's not that she has to stand on a chair
to get the items out off the top shelf.
It's not that she has a slightly high pitched laugh
when something catches her funny bone.
It's not that you can see her tan lines
when you are making love to this woman.
It's not the tears that build up in her eyes
when she can't fit into her old jeans anymore.
It's not the heart she has that can love like no other
under her imperfect breasts.
It's not that she can't open a soda can
with the nails she has bitten off.
It's not that she loves to smell your cologne
with a slightly bent nose.
It's not the stretch marks she has
that makes bikini buying a nightmare.
It's not the few ruined meals she cooks
when she can't cook at all.
It's not that she leaves you cold at night
while hogging all the covers.
It's not that she will never admit that she is wrong
when you know you are right.
It's not that she doesn't have it all together
and looks to you for support.
It's not that she will cry with no reason
leaving you worried and confused.
It's not any one of theses things, but all
that makes a woman beautiful.
D
I recently showed a picture to a group of peers of a nude
photograph that I took. The model who I was seeing at the time of the shoot, Is a beautifulwoman, not just to me in a biased opinion, but to society's "standards". One of thecomments on the image was, "the photograph would be perfect if she did not have tan lines." That kind of stuck with me and my response was, "it's the tan lines that help make her beautiful." And this poem sprouted from that interaction. This was inspired by her, not written about her, but women, and what you see, but don't see when you're in love.
It's Not Her Imperfections
It's not that she will laugh at your jokes
with a smile that is slightly crooked.
It's not that she can look into your heart
with eyes that do not open all the way.
It's not that she will hang on your every word
with ears that poke out to the side a bit.
It's not that she won't look at the mirror at herself
because she has a bit of a stomach.
It's not that you can feel the rough spots in her skin
as you run your hands across her body.
It's not that she stands in the bathroom for an hour
working with hair that will not cooperate.
It's not that she snores a just a little
while keeping your side warm in bed at night.
It's not that she has to stand on a chair
to get the items out off the top shelf.
It's not that she has a slightly high pitched laugh
when something catches her funny bone.
It's not that you can see her tan lines
when you are making love to this woman.
It's not the tears that build up in her eyes
when she can't fit into her old jeans anymore.
It's not the heart she has that can love like no other
under her imperfect breasts.
It's not that she can't open a soda can
with the nails she has bitten off.
It's not that she loves to smell your cologne
with a slightly bent nose.
It's not the stretch marks she has
that makes bikini buying a nightmare.
It's not the few ruined meals she cooks
when she can't cook at all.
It's not that she leaves you cold at night
while hogging all the covers.
It's not that she will never admit that she is wrong
when you know you are right.
It's not that she doesn't have it all together
and looks to you for support.
It's not that she will cry with no reason
leaving you worried and confused.
It's not any one of theses things, but all
that makes a woman beautiful.
D
