Here

in comfort

physical, sensual joy

yet desiring to be elsewhere

I resort to deconstructing 

ideals. My prized ideals

Strip of fabric slips

off my leg

Bringing me 

here

I smile at you, life

If I were to write a poem

after I fell in love 

in the first decade of my life

it would plead to hold me

and attent to me fully

To gift a poem today

I write that I love me

so fully that I'd like to 

share that feeling

with you