Today's poem is by Yvonne Higgins Leach

Looking at Playboy with My Boyfriend

Each of their perfections
speaks to each of my imperfections.
Their long sleek legs to my short
muscular ones.
Their propped-up-promptly breasts
to my more realistic landscape.
Their round buttocks smooth as two melons
to my fruit salad of sorts.

I look at my boyfriend's face
to see if pleasure is obvious there
and think: How can he want me?
And this is supposed to be exciting?
A friend who suggested this
said: you have to be open to it,
the pleasure will come.
Does pleasure arrive like a sudden breeze

that makes you stop what you're doing
and feel it? Then why do I want
to go far away, clinging to nothing,
no expectations or judgment, to a place
where the light is sweet, even in its truthfulness,
silence is acceptable,
and more than anything,
I don't leave myself behind.

Copyright © 2015 Yvonne Higgins Leach All rights reserved
from Another Autumn
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