Women draped across beds
with Pavlovian puppy eyes
limbs every which way, perhaps a fray
without a starting lie
Whispers across the ceiling
between flicks of a camera's spittle
no men admitted, we must not have
seduction, at acquittal
Foreign models wanted
for barely there filigree
bikini gloss, in a ring toss
bend-overs entirely free
Later men in bathrooms linger
too long over sticky pages
trying to fit the woman back in
to the anorexic aegis
Patti Masterman
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