Imagine Seeing a body unscarred
Left clean of the marks of motherhood
Smooth skin without ripples or flaws
Stretched tight over un dammaged muscles.
Imagine the feel of high, full breasts
never bullied by tiny mouths and fists
A firmness with a give and return
A natural resistance not yet lost to age.
Imagine a stomach without the empty pouch
Without the tiger stripes of reproduction
a stomach whose insides have never been pushed aside
Rudely displaced by expanding life.
Imagine a body, so ripe and ready
Aching to be plucked from the barren tree
The last fruit swaying high in the branches
Forlorn but never fallen, never fulfilled.
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