Dare I say that I love my belly…
“I love my Belly..”
Although, I haven’t had one in awhile. I do now…. though brief; primarily from a monthly bloat…. but a BELLY nonetheless.
A Belly reflective of too much wine and cake
A Belly of too much laughter and late night folly
A nice bulge of roundness and suppleness..looseness and slouch
A plucked freedom from strictness and conservativeness. Relieved of restraints and firmness.
No high planks or sit ups. Not tight or tucked. A belly, my belly.
Out of my box for a moment…
A defiant Belly that says..”I don’t care right NOW! I’m tired, I’ll care (maybe) tomorrow.
A Belly that waits for TV and would rather eat than starve.
Plump and full, content and resurrected..For now..
I’ll be back on my self-proclaimed, perfectly created, road of perdition tomorrow…
Breaking, cracking, sinking, sunk.
Dunked, and stuck.
Stagnate and unmovable.
Red Door. Locked. No entry.
Neon green. Bright and effervescent.
Feverish, flailed and flipped
Back door. Enter. Unseen, Uncared, gaped and black.
Unashamed and free
They all scuffle through
A busy highway..the bustling metro…a crowded stairway. Locked and chained.
Crippled and drunk
stiff drinks and creased pants
lipsticks and compacts
short skirts and broken zippers
clean mirrors with foggy reflections
a peek from the corner
Midnight black lash, curled and fluffed
Her eyes, dark lined and smudged
an out-of-place mole, Dangled peacock feather
and fringed waist
a rip of netted stocking and red patent leather shoes
Butterfly Wings flap at shoulders
and dirty collars
dew dropped glasses
her arm in my sleeve..
vacant stairway, empty metro and deserted highway