My belly was a shy smile that hid from cameras and women like you.
Not so much a six-pack as a back pack, on the front.
My old zip-less cardigan that used to keep me warm.
A pillow stuffed with jam and cheese and milk.
My bald school friend to whom I’d confide. Who never lied.
An inverted bath tub always full, fun and guggling.
My cuddly love bundle rotunda, my ticklish Welsh-white tundra.
Hanging like a landslide, laughing like an earthquake.
Breaking icy silence.
As warm as your breath.
As soft as your lips.
written at Tŷ Newydd 2000