Lost at sea

The tamed land
In womanly waves

Lies
Naked and curvaceous

Stretched out
Open and
Legless

To be stroked,
Stared at and
Suppressed

Inviting,
Iridescent
Indecent

Hair in coy
Clustered
Crevices

For men to mow
Stick a flag in
And play golf on

For cows to cavort,
Bulls to make moo
And sheep,
Like maggots,
To chew

Beauty beheld
But not to be
Born

In womanly waves
Lost at sea
Shorn