Hula Hoop

The orange hoop rattled,
her imperfect, thrusting hips,
bouncing on her stomach’s curve,
keeping balance,
the waist I used to kiss.

Perfect motion in passive spin:
bent, imperfect hoop.
Perfect touch impartial sin
bent, imperfect her.

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