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women measure time by the tilt of a boy's shoulder

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Women measure time by the tilt of a boy's shoulders:

Slanted back, muscles taut under freckled skin
   Are the lingering summer days
 Hot sand between toes, sunlight in his eyes
     Salted air creating paper crowns
 Over bronzed fingers brushing rogue hair from her cheeks
          Broad and strong, inherited from Nemestrinus
 Reminiscent of autumn and its old red oaks
     That stood sentry as bonfires were lit,
And those shoulders held tightly while the wine flowed around them
             Rippling and glowing, wrapped around her waist
  Fresh like new growth in the spring after a drenching downpour              
       More alive than the waves of the Nile
  He encompasses her with life, watching her outshine the sun
           Smooth and relaxed, like the stones in a zen master's garden
   The outdoors molds them like the snowy Alps in winter, cold and calm
And yet, melting away from the fire that warms them inside
     Unyielding and undying, steady as his smile
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boys measure time by the length of a woman's hairBoys measure time by the length of a woman's hair:
   
Airy strands that fall easy over her collarbone
       Are long summer nights
Spent bathing in the humid air
  Watching her swim through, kissing his cheek
Short pieces tucked behind her ear
   Are those winter evenings spent snuggled under the blankets
        Whispering for warmth
     When the fire had long died out with the day
Long wisps that caress the skin between her shoulder blades;
 Indicative of a blooming spring time
      When her dress would cling to her creamy skin
  Like an orchid ready to seek the sunlight.
Tidal waves of luscious gold, spread over the pillow
     Storytellers of their autumn passion
  Her eyes twinkling like the stars of home
         Frail and firm under his hand.
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