It took a man to bring us together,
looking for a porno fantasy:
him at the center, towering
over two women on their knees.
You were younger and hotter than I was, a wringer.
Our bodies intertwined, my eyes
dripped down your toned stomach,
puddled into shame at my fat thighs.
You lifted my chin and
kissed me.
It’s been many seasons since then,
your hair changing from blue to silver
and back again. My spine has loosened
like a spring. There’s so much space
without him. With you
a full bed feels like a queen.
Most of the time, we
don’t think about him at all.
I hold your hand and marvel that
you are so so soft