Flash poetry: lovers lens

I have always loved my men with care
adored the dents and blemishes
and imprints on their flesh –
the speckled marks in untold places
mottled maps of strawberry white
that came with birth and grew with life.
Soft tufts of hair at base of back
blanket folds above the belt
strong jaws or soft chins
little bitty ears
big hair no hair
fat hands thin fingers
flat bums
and glorious

A lovers’ lens
kills self-afflicted flaws
in favour of perfection –
let’s swap eyes
dear once lovers
and look at ourselves again.

Speaker of ElephantTruths, teller of ElephantTales. Author, writer, journalist, blogger, producer, humorist.

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