Thighs and Ass
Where I am my thickest, I grew Myself by squat and lunge, and all The time I sweated, I did not think Of being divided or entered, though Yes, I knew meat would lure men, And flesh properly placed will lead One to think that he can—when He runs from what sniffs to kill us— Mount my back trusting I may carry Him at a good speed for a long distance, And to believe, believe that When he hungers, I am able To leap high, snatch The fruit of the tree We pause to hide behind and feed, feed him.