Still

Another quadrille written for dverse poets on the prompt word ‘still’.

Breasts drooping like candle wax
She scoops them up like ice cream
And fixes them in gravity defying stillness
Her lips though less full still smile
When he takes her hand
No slaves to time
They know who they are
And have no fear

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