The thing about nudity
Is that you have to like it on yourself
Before you can really appreciate it elsewhere.
That’s what Japanese onsens have taught me.
I like my tits.
In Kenya a gaggle of middle aged women crowded around me
“90 degrees!!!!” They exclaimed!
Were perfectly angled.
Jehovah! I was perky!
I see a woman,
Large and rolly,
Wrapped in middle-america biscuits without enough gravy
She does what she can, you know
She gets by.
Her life is full of all the things that her Pintrest can tell her to do
In the latest of lates at the nightest of nights
She cries onto her butterballed breasts
And she slogs off to send a naked selfie
To that lover she knew when she was a Pretty Thing of 20
And I can do nothing to help her.
I can only cry for her and tell her of her beauty. For she has beauty.
I can do nothing to assuage what society has made her, in her own mind.
Nothing but lay here in the water and wish
That she had it in her to be as happy as I.