We were in bed⁣
Together⁣
Touching all the places⁣
For delight⁣
⁣
But out of my mouth⁣
Came⁣
“Don’t touch my belly”⁣
And I moved his hand away⁣
⁣
Away from the part of me that ⁣
I thought was too big⁣
Too much⁣
Not flat enough⁣
Not appealing⁣
⁣
My mind that had been⁣
Seduced into sensation⁣
Was suddenly trapped⁣
In self-criticism⁣
⁣
Self-consciousness ⁣
Took me out of my body⁣
⁣
I lost my own experience⁣
Of aliveness⁣
⁣
I lost connection ⁣
To my mate⁣
To the moment⁣
To myself⁣
⁣
Societies absurd ideals⁣
Of what is sexy⁣
Got into bed with me⁣
⁣
I want to say⁣
I now say⁣
Get the hell out of my bed⁣
Out of my body⁣
⁣
This pleasure is mine⁣
This belly is mine⁣
⁣
And then⁣
I put his hand on my belly⁣
Because that’s sexy too⁣
⁣
~ Nina Manolson⁣
NinaManolson.com