Poem: The Mountains of My Torso

The Mountains of My Torso

Time’s hand is too steady,

The constantly dizziness of my dreams,

my visions dazzled and dazzled.

Hope Keeps me moving forward—

The memory of your beauty

Smiling just beneath the mountains of my torso,

Our eyes kiss and Widen the pillars of my hips,

Make my hands this madness again,

Only now I cry,

Oh but not for he:

Believe it or not,

For all women who love

And lose, who feel on the verge of it —

Or have absurd some air of it—

Doesn’t matter how.

Many seek a way from this globe—

Ignore its dirt,

I cling to the breadth of all desire,

Hope against hope you are drawn

Close,

Too that it is intense,

So much so, you feel the bite of

My kiss upon your life.

Marni Fraser

April 20, 2026

10:50am

My Eyes, Your Windows by… an Angel.