Losing Me

He grunted a guttural pig noise
with each spoonful put to to my lips

They say,
he stood by me,
 through thick and thin
(on top of me,
over me)

After the babies,
before my skin thinned,
and cheeks hollowed,
before my arms ripped and thighs firmed

I was me
more layered perhaps
but me.

I begged him to see me
without dressings,
void of curvature and trapping of self confidence
I was nakedly
filled with poem and passion.

Now he says,
he can't imagine losing me
I say,
it's not possible to lose
that which you never found.

Reviews

[Thea]

A very well penned piece, I quite agree with the idea of this poem... :)))

[Kenneth The Poet]

This is a truly honest piece. One that reveals things that my gender will never understand, no matter how hard we try.

[rosemary keogh]

Love this. I can sort of relate. Reminds me of a relationship i was in.

[rosemary keogh]

Love this. I can sort of relate. Reminds me of a relationship i was in.