waves of the ocean
      no force could keep you still
      each step is a tectonic shift
      a quake between my thighs

the dips and dimples of the desert
         winds shifting the sand
      light catching and dancing
               between each curve

there is a power          i think
         in your changing
       fluid form
my flesh will not be stilled

i wouldn’t change
       the cottage cheese
       piles of flesh that i
       have been told to
       hide away
for static skin
each bump and crater on my backside
             is as vast and powerful
             as the sea of tranquility