And you, my Dear Husband
I had a dream you didn’t love me anymore
I awoke and thought the world was over -
And why should you?
I’m such a bear...
not like the silky plush ones you’re used to -
Rather the kind that destroys beehives and
in the barren spring -
looking to fill my
shrunken stomach with your precious things.
In the dream you were playing Zelda again -
I was putting on lotion.
It was the best way, I thought, to seduce you.
I seem to have forgotten what you like -
It's been so long since I’ve treated you to my body,
so no wonder in the dream you chose the joystick
to my swollen thighs
to my pendulous breasts
to my belly - a survey of stretch marks;
to my lackadaisical performance
In this dark time of my penitence -
I've forgotten how to have fun.
And you, my dear husband, have borne witness to it all.
Bio: Elisabeth is a mom of two young boys living in Vermont writing her heart out, riding her horses and hanging on for dear life. She loves it when she gets the feeling that a poem just plain worked. It is as exciting as galloping on a horse. She hopes that her words can help others feel better about themselves. She knows reading inspiring poetry has helped keep her swimming above the waves.
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