Alone feels so good in a body that has long been asked to make itself useful being seen and heard and looked upon without consent lying on the bed still warm from the steam of a hot shower naked in a body that is just a body and not a declaration of age, gender, correctness or lack thereof a body that is just a body with no hidden meanings nothing to decipher or consider nothing to comment on or not comment on no one to do the commenting or the not commenting just a body that has done enough heavy lifting calloused feet and prickly shins bruised knees and soft thighs tight hips from holding everything together a pouch of belly fat a spotty back and hairy nipples breasts no stranger to gravity a stiff neck and chapped lips flakey scalp and greasy tendrils words that mean nothing to a body that is allowed to just be a body when a body is left alone and finally can rest
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Appreciating the irony of 8 verses focusing intently on a body that yearns to be out of focus.
Thank you, this was lovely