Losing Me

He grunted a guttural pig noise
with each spoonful put to to my lips

They say,
he stood by me,
 through thick and thin
(on top of me,
over me)

After the babies,
before my skin thinned,
and cheeks hollowed,
before my arms ripped and thighs firmed

I was me
more layered perhaps
but me.

I begged him to see me
without dressings,
void of curvature and trapping of self confidence
I was nakedly
filled with poem and passion.

Now he says,
he can't imagine losing me
I say,
it's not possible to lose
that which you never found.

Reviews

[J.P. Bristow]

This was art. Pain.....truth.......messy and direct. Loved it.

[Gobinder Singh Dhindsa]

Lovely writing. Keep it up. Do u read mine to Time and Anguish

[Mauricio Montoya]

Whoa!

[Richard Layne]

Layers indeed!
clear, concise writing again with meaning

[Penlady]

Wow!

[Ness of Love]

The ending made me sad, but it relaxes me at the same time "it's not possible to lose that which you never found."

[Eagle Cruagh]

Damn !
You write the most dramatic character
portraits of my experience.
You make her come alive, skin and bones,
poor thing or succulent wench, she comes
alive in a living portrait.
I am hung up on you. I am a believer.
Whatever you are doing, I must have a
part of it, even as a lowly reader.
You are the woman !

---- John

[Sometimes Blood]

Beautiful penning

[Kaa Na Kalyanasundaram]

Now he says,
he can't imagine losing me
I say,
it's not possible to lose
that which you never found.
..............Your wordings are true and genuine. With heartfelt wishes.

[Muse]

this is raw....I like the human brutality and fraility you presented to us through this penning. A heart felt and honest write.