The diagnosis

by Anne Newton

He sheds the elastic

and lifts his cloth

from burns of ringlets

on thoroughbred shoulders.

A sun-ripened belly

sits seriously

above bridged hips

on a round buttocks

meeting lanked limbs.

Amid locks laced in midnight

nestles his pride and potency.

Flawless in figure

the sweat in his palm

and heat-humid eyes

suggest Life’s celebration.

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