Saturday, November 26, 2005

morning observations #35

I love a boy’s belly
so different than a girl’s

well, different than mine
certainly not so soft

a half moon hill
smooth curves
warm to the touch.

I love when a boy
rolls on his back
rounded belly exposed

lets me rest my hand

open palmed

when we both know
I could never do the same.


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