I am worthy.
I am valuable.
I am protected.
I am safe.
I failed in order to succeed.
I made mistakes so I know right from wrong.
I was rejected because we all have freedom of choice.
I don’t think I can ever be perfect.
I am created in the image of God.
God is perfect.
In God, I am perfect.
Middle aged belly fat
fills me with confusion
and contradiction
I take simple joy in
how my mug of coffee
rests on the roll of firm jelly
while
grieving over
my youthful shapely body
no more
I guess
you can always
learn to live with
the compromise
between comfort
and sex appeal
our extraordinary relationship
lies in our ordinary life
the most mundane tasks
in everyday life
are the source of our happiness
the surrounding
and simple things matter
we see the blessings of
the sun, the moon, the stars
the grocery shopping, the cooking, the bathing
live each day as our last
and cherish each other like our first kiss
The window blinds swayed gently in the morning sun
just enough flutter and light to stir you from sleep
I glanced over to you, a honey brown eyed cheetah
stretched idly over the plain silk sheet
I quietly grabbed my sketch pad and charcoals
transformed your sinewy body in ardent strokes
Each dense defined muscle
every elegant elongated curvature
lucidly presented before my satisfied eyes
I blew a butterfly kiss
and you rose and came alive
