Poetry

Thank You

There are parts of

me

I’ve been working

to love.

 

Parts that I

have hidden

from myself.

 plump

You love them

without

reservation;

I wonder,

how?

 .

You feel your

way through

my plumpness,

following every

slope and dip

of my sacred

landscape.

.

The softness

of my belly

doesn’t

intimidate

your hands.

.

You stroke me

as if you

were sculpting

your greatest

work of art.

 .

You undress me

with reverence,

and I stand

bare,

unapologetic,

like a Calla Lily

pulsing at the

verge of spring.

 .

You explore the

topography

of my body

in wondrous

lust, nurturing

the parts of me

I have shamed.

 .

I am exposed to

what I have

concealed,

leaving me with

no other option,

but to love

myself.

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