Naked Melody

Laying in bed
after love.
Thinking thoughts,
... lazy like,
ones that require
no x equals
why this or that,
or what to do next.
Instead,
We lollygag in thought,
together, alone.
No longer
self-conscious of that
extra fat on my
stomach and thighs,
pressed up against
you now.
Quietly exposed in
beaming light.
I linger fingers on that
scar you despise.
Lost in the silent hum of us,
side by side,
where imperfection
becomes justified.

Tanette
2007