Fat Bottom Girl Said What

When my ass talks, people listen.

Time Travel

where were you when I was 20
and reckless
my heart and soul
and legs
spread open wide
for all to see the depth of me

where were you when I was 30
and apprehensive
my mind and heart
and legs
closed to him
because he didn’t understand the depth of me

where were you when I was 40
and fearful
my soul and heart
and arms
padlocked to all
because I had been wounded to my very core

you are here when I am 44
and exhausted
my mind and heart
and soul
only wanting to
find that one man with the untarnished key

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12 thoughts on “Time Travel

  1. Melanie on said:

    Favorite poem of yours yet. You nailed it.

  2. So right on! Love this! I’m lucky that I found my dude in my late 20s and we’re still going strong, but I can totally relate to this and the feelings you expertly portrayed here. I love this: “you are here when I am 44/ and exhausted.” Right?! But, maybe, just maybe, the exhaustion will mean that you can let your guard down and let him find you and let him in. I hope so, babe. Very nice poem, my FatBottom-Sissy!

  3. Hmm. nice. Really.
    Being 60, they can still break a heart.
    Recovery is tougher but faster thou.

  4. Superb. The sentiments of too many of us.

  5. Kaufman's Kavalkade on said:

    What’s your twitter? I’m currently using @thewanderinpoet cause the man has me in twitter jail, lol.

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