Arianrhod

Will you still love me when I’m no longer young? Or beautiful? I am so much more now than years ago. More waist, more jiggle, that’s true. But better booty and fuller lips too. Can’t you feel the power in my laugh and the way I move? I have learned to rage. I have learned to weep and wail. And to shine. I have grown so full of difficult, delightful, engaging luminosity that slim simply won’t contain me. I know the value of my bitter-sweetness. Embrace these curves sculpting pleasure’s songs. My creases spill genuine feminine – a strength of softness. See truth in my eyes. The girl is gone. Woman now, lovelier for my broken, imperfect places.

(appeared in Camroc Press Review, October 2015)