A Love Poem: What About the Belly?

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Love and life

are not particularly kind

or partial to the belly

More so to the breast

buttocks

 

Looking back

These got the looks

So many open to

these finer points

But bellies, no.

They are passed by.

 

And do you blame this thing?

Too many pregnant men

and women who have

let themselves go to having babies

 

Not things we like to celebrate

in others

on Valentines Day

or any other day

if you’re a mermaid

spyhopping

 

I fin to thinner thoughts

Think on swimmers

giggling girls

They check their paunch

in donning disintegrating race suits

 I.d. boys who strut their stuff

Flaunt celebratory six packs

before, during and after

Region victory

 

I wonder

why

when I roll over to my rub down girl

does she not knead me as I need her

 

The belly lies neglected

and abused to daily diet

to touch

not even my lovers go here much

And yet it is the craddle of life

the bread basket

the powerhouse

 

This solar plexus perplexes

stretching me

Bookmarks

the thought of changing

thinking

toward a different love

 

What if I could

kiss you

Love you unconditionally

Like some superhuman

like Abdoman, or Abdowoman?

 

Then could I embrace you

not in cramping but

in adorning

back to back

to front?

When could I ever love you more?

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About hrobertson2013

“Each man ( and mermaid) will be like a shelter from the wind and a refuge from the storm, like streams of water in the desert and the shadow of a great rock in a thirsty land”. Isa 32:2 NIV Warning: The author of this blog is not an ordinary individual. Even Mermaids need a rest from all that's real and grown up. Welcome to the wonder of blog. Come be audience to all that's wet and wild in her stories, poems and thoughts. Instructor by day, super hero by night, and mystical mermaid by summer. Whenever she has the fortune of diving into a pond, reservoir, or mountain waterfall, you'll find her there swimming, and singing songs of life.
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