I Bare My Stomach

The wave of this heart is as sure as the rise and fall of my breath.
At times my bosom heaves with overwhelming and desperate want.
And in the next wave my soul is but a blank slate; it pulsates without a thought of my legs or fingers...not even my naked and beautiful neck awaits for none.
It is just there.
I am bare.
And as I lay on my side watching the curve of my left hip with hungry eyes, my right hand holding up my head,
I Shift Myself
To bare my stomach.

I bare my stomach
Once again
To the wave of this heart.