SG writes an ode to all the men who came after..
“i was married before, made to feel like invisible, even with my heavy
breasts and wide hips. i was still invisible, and.. ugly. took me a
while to wake up, and call it quits. life since then has been a
journey of firsts, the first man to kiss my feet, worship the ground i
walked upon, the next one to tell me i have the most beautiful
breasts, like soft mounds of dough, and that i shouldn’t hide them.
the one after that to run his hands over my back, marvel at the
exaggerated curves i thought i didn’t have, and then one to tell me my
skin was like satin. the one to go down on me all night, the first one
to make me come, for the first time in my life..
my skin is lit up by the hands, lips and tongues of these men, a
geography of discoveries, endless secrets to uncover, and hardly
anything charted yet..
i am, made visible..
a patchwork of men who have loved parts of me.
and some who have loved everything, inside out.