This is a poem about body image, body hatred, and exploring sexuality with a new lover while wrestling with those .. and losing.






I asked for the lights out.


Hidden beneath piles of your blankets,


I wasn’t strong enough to let you undress me.


When your hand accidentally pushed the fabric aside


Exposing my stomach to the dark of your room,


I snapped out of the moment with you;


That precious, much anticipated moment,


To clutch the blankets tight around my waist


In apology.




When you looked down the length of me,


I couldn’t look at your face.


I didn’t want to see you struggle to be okay with my body.


In that moment,


I regretted every French fry that has ever touched my lips.


My eyes shut tight, as if I could blank out your view,


I missed the way you gazed at me,


Imagining instead a look of disgust –


Though I have never seen anything less than love on your face.




I lost myself to the moment only once.


Your eyes latched onto mine,


Your hands exploring every curve of me.


I was lost in your gaze


And for a few minutes I could feel you.


I could feel your desire for me,


And I was too lost in your eyes


To deny it.






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