Monday, December 18, 2017

50 Years in My Skin


by Tracie Nichols (2015)

Fifty years in my skin...

there’s something

richly
beautiful

sacred

about the
lengthening swell
of breasts
and belly

silvery scar-rivers
memorializing
expansions
accommodating
womb-borne
children
and soul-
borne wounds

tracing
paths
where
pleasure
has been
given
and
received


50 years in
this body and
everything
about me
is softer

even the fierce
heart-fire
gleaming
in my eyes

these days
it warms
and invites

though once
(if I’m to
believe
my memories)
it incited

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