There is art in a woman’s back,
in the way she curves into the sadness of the moonlight
to give it grace.
The way it bleaches all the worries from your eyes
to leave the milky softness of a dream.
There is beauty in it.
No, it cannot be denied.
Its very presence moving,
it lifts you till you fly.
Andrew Venegas
San Jose
SJSU
poetry
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Charming topic
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