And crossed a glossy page of jungle stream,
So tuned to green and finding steady footing
That camera lens was just admiring gleam.
She caught the light in bronze and fawn and black
Inviting none yet turning no one back.
Her adolescent curves, both broad and lean
I've carried long for scent of something clean.
The sly cosmetics topping flash of flesh
Herald Cosmo's monthly cover girl,
An icon pushing breasts and other products
Pouting playmates pose in blush and curl.
Who's to guess the gap between innocence and pretense?
(c)Wayland Yoder 1997
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