Body Talk
I kiss your face
Boyish like mine,
it makes me smile the kind of smile
that begins, carefully
like a warm glow in my stomach
before it grows to embers in my chest
and breathes that glow
out to you
We are the same
I feel it.
Though I know your chest is flat
and mine is not
and you never had to fight for those
boyish looks
We are the same,
I feel it
and for a precious moment
my breasts weigh nothing
as I forget them
We’re just warm and beating
human beings
Two animals nesting,
two people,
two boys
For once my body is silent
and doesn’t speak for me
You do.
With a smile and a laugh
“It’s so cute when girls wear boxers.”
And my body whispers,
shifts and flickers,
shapes itself into
Beautiful, pretty
sensual feminine hourglass
smooth caress
Cute
I can’t hear myself
and my breasts are heavy
with the weight of those words
You sweet, dear
stupid
boy
I just wanted to be.