The Underside of Love
There are some that question my passion
They say that it is unwise
that I should give myself so freely
to such an unworthy piece of flesh.
They say that it is unwise
that I should give myself so freely
to such an unworthy piece of flesh.
Why not the sinciput, they reason,
so bold, so prominent –
so high in some.
But they will never understand
with you my devotion sits.
It is you who is always there
to cushion my falls.
Oh how you move me
or with me.
You are always there
behind me,
no matter what I do.
I know that I will never be
alone,
alone without my pulchritudinous bottom.
