I like this one
A woman of glass
Cold and hard cut
A slowed liquid looking still
And still
Thrown back in an arch
A naked joyful toss
Petrified in mid rise
Delicate
Heavy
A simple glance
Should pass through her
No other side to see
Just a silent transparent species
Forever in ecstatic stress
Always helplessly twisting
Under the sunlight of one stare
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