The Poetry of the Body

Every curve and every word

Or the lack thereof

Every wrinkle, every scar, every stretch mark

Or the lack thereof

a rhyme and a shape

a reason and a motion

the body, your poetry

Is it

short like a haiku?

long like an epic poetry?

tight like metered poetry?

loose like free verse?

Nothing but words

And the lack thereof, of shape

Of size

of hair, 

or the abundance thereof

is but our poetic license

to be perfectly imperfect..

to be desired

to be politically correct,

and even to be...uninspired