
I.
hot thighs, stomach rolls
sweaty armor, sweetly eaten
protect hard, hide soft
weary smiles, turn away
deep water, baggy clothes
dream free, life restored
II.
touched without my permission in hot
places where thumping music makes thighs
jump and sway, alcohol-filled stomach
churns truth until it tumbles, rolls
shadowed memories turn into wispy sweaty
kisses pressed against tightly layered armor
shattering fragile identity, fat words sweetly
whispered with fragrant wolfy breath—eaten
tumbling out dirty doors, stars protect
while Mother Moon watches with hard
kind eyes, stealthily struggling to hide
tears under swelling flesh made soft
fistfuls of candy devoured in weary
attempt to lock in realistic smiles
while broken-hearted I pirouette turn
carefully from danger; take me away
keep marching through tunnels down deep
sacred places boogeymen can’t go; water
too filled with sugary goodies baggy
after baggy blooming like puffy clothes
shaking nightmare voices off, golden dreams
swirl unfocused almost saying I’m free;
running even-breathed penning new life
while courageous sun promises hope restored
This poem is for others like me still processing old trauma and heartbreak anyway we can. May you find your way toward the healing sun. I hope to meet you there someday.
The format of this poem is one I did before, where each word in the first poem becomes the last line of each stanza in the second. Thank you for reading and supporting my poetry adventures.