and if you look closer
at these photographs
you will see that,
though taken all at a time,
we were wearing
different clothes in each
which we kept changing
in a bliss of disguise
taking off blouses
laying breasts bare
touching en passant
without any sense of guilt
or sin
since we were sisters
and loved men
and in this privacy
there was no censorship
as there was nothing to censor
lying naked
under wet sheets
skin burnt
with too much sun
it was a nurse’s touch
the spreading of ointment
with soothing fingers
on the depth of the belly
nothing like
the claw grips
of the men to come

© Aprilia Zank

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