On some blue planet

On some other planet
live women in blue
who dress for the beach
as if for a ball
(with bright buttons to show
where their nipples would be).
Unashamed of their bodies,
they run for the water
as if it were sky
lifting their skirts --
which are lighter than air --
to dive in with a cry
of joy, and exultation
in the dance of the waves,
in the sparkle of fish
and the warmth of the sun
and the feel of the sand
beneath
their long
blue
toes.


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