Friday
I take a shower and lay on my bed.
No towel, air drying with the summer.
Angel is here with me, her wagging tail brushes my belly, rolls, stretch marks, scars.
She leans over to kiss my shin, whatever is near is good enough for her.
Me in all my skin, she in hers.
Soft and gentle love, she sees no flaws.
All I am, is more than enough for her.
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