I am braless
Free and loose
Hair flowing and growing on legs and armpits
I am my self
No ancient patriarchal barriers imposed
My body
I am Comfortable
My womanhood exposed
Through t-shirt or pajama top
Soft cotton or lace
I am braless
Flabby or flat
Breasts rest on my chest
Skin to skin of my womb
My heart beats
Can you hear it?
Put you head on my chest
Rhythm of me
In my body
One less barrier between us
I am braless, open
Unchained, unrestricted
Not compelled to respond to expectations
A nurturer, Braless
Me, a flawed woman
Without a fix, clip or scaffold
Not much to undo, or release, yet
Somehow
Harder to navigate
Braless
My viral sustenance is you
flash of rainbow,
saltine cracker
a hummingbird lands on hot jacaranda branch
I write of hope and spiral downwards
What does my zodiac tell me about when
this will end, or if I will ever see you again,
my sunflower
Under crackling pressure my heart wobbles
call it not agony, this absence of you
Let’s not pretend there is no storm
of tears we subdue by beating them inwards
Let’s instead preserve our love
and press on madly
to a blind future together.
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