Where hips meet waist-
I feel most feminine, most beautiful.
Most powerful; I’ve got bulk
And I’ve got sway.
“Love handles” make it sound
Like it’s purpose And beauty,
But outside my room and
Away from you- I fear
I should be ashamed.
Of my shape,
Of wanting your fingers
Anchoring, seeing beyond the
Rolls and straight
To my soul.
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The Secret Life of Thought
PoetrySometimes we don't say a word because our mind is too full of them. These pages hold just a few of those.
