Naked

As I waited patiently her arrival
Time seemed long and heavy
It felt like an unjust trial
To not know how to sit or be

The curtains shaded part of the room
The sun’s rays caressing softly
I could still smell her lingering perfume
Swirling around playfully

She enters in a nonchalant way
Her eyes running over me
I would do whatever she says
For sure, anything, gladly

She pulls her camera to her face
Asks me my shirt to take away
Naked, her lense caught my curves
My bosoms and their light sway

As she hands me back my cover
The surgeon is happy to say
That her work will restore even better
Then what is here today.

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Read Katia’s latest book “After the War, the Women Spoke”.