Objectified Woman     Andre Breton

My woman with her forest-fire hair With her heat-lightning thoughts With her hourglass waist

My woman with her otter waist in the tiger's mouth

My woman with her rosette mouth a bouquet of stars of the greatest magnitude

With her teeth of white mouse footprints on the white earth With her tongue of polished amber and glass

My woman with her stabbed Eucharist tongue

With her tongue of a doll that opens and closes its eyes

With her tongue of incredible stone My woman with her eyelashes in a child's handwriting

With her eyebrows the edge of a swallow's nest

My woman with her temples of a greenhouse with a slate roof

And steam on the windowpanes

My woman with her shoulders of champagne

And a dolphin-headed fountain under ice

My woman with her matchstick wrists My woman with her lucky fingers her ace of hearts fingers

With her fingers of new-mown hay My woman with her armpits of marten and beechnuts

Of Midsummer Night Of privet and angelfish nest

With her seafoam and floodgate arms Arms that mingle the wheat and the mill

My woman with rocket legs

With her movements of clockwork and despair

My woman with her calves of elder tree pith

My woman with her feet of initials With her feet of bunches of keys with her feet of weaverbirds taking a drink

My woman with her pearl barley neck My woman with her Val d'or cleavage

Cleavage of a rendezvous in the very bed of the mountain stream

With her breasts of night

My woman with her undersea molehill breasts

My woman with her breasts of the crucible of rubies

With her breasts of the specter of the rose beneath the dew

My woman with her belly of the unfolding fan of days

With her giant claw belly

My woman with her back of a bird fleeing vertically

With her quicksilver back

With her back of light

With her nape of rolled stone and damp chalk

And a falling glass that's just been sipped

My woman with her rowboat hips With her hips of a chandelier and arrow feathers

And the stems of white peacock plumes

Her hips an imperceptible pair of scales

My woman with her buttocks of sandstone and asbestos

My woman with her buttocks of a swan's back

My woman with her buttocks of springtime

With her gladiolus sex

My woman with her sex of placer and platypus

My woman with her sex of seaweed and old-fashioned candies

My woman with her mirror sex

My woman with her eyes full of stars With her eyes of violet armor and a speedometer needle

My woman with her savannah eyes

My woman with her eyes of water to drink in prison

My woman with her eyes of forests forever beneath the axe

With her pale eyes of sea-level air-level earth and fire

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