Our buttocks are not theirs. <br />I have often seen people unbuttoned behind some hedge; <br />and, in those shameless bathings where children are gay, <br />I used to observe the form and performance of our arse. <br /> <br />Firmer, in many cases pale, it possesses striking forms <br />which the screen of hairs covers; <br />for women, it is only in the charming parting <br />that the long tufted silk flowers. <br /> <br />A touching and marvellous ingenuity such as you see only <br />in the faces of angels in holy <br />pictures imitates the cheek <br />where the smile makes a hollow. <br /> <br />Oh! for us to be naked like that, <br />seeking joy and repose, <br />facing one's companion's glorious part, <br />both of us free to murmur and sob?<br /><br />Arthur Rimbaud<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stupra-ii/
