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                                           The Skinny Dip
                                          by Nichole Grabe

                   The woman, reborn, lies
                   Autumn underfoot, bare ankled
                   Her dress wound, lace and train,
                   Froth soaked, lays low.

                   She is foreign, agape
                   eyes up blue, stars shine teeth
                   The skin unbound, the strip tease,
                   Foetally cool, her minuet.

                   Broken frame, crossed legs guide,
                   Stumbles as her skin pulls purple vein,
                   The bruises of an attack,
                   Her eye on water, she falls.

                   Her nose runs, the water surfs,
                   Her bonds rot in the rosy sunrise,
                   Birds call out to her,
                   Mute, she lies, unknown.


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The Skinny Dip is copyright 1998 by Nichole Grabe