truth.

she said she loves my body. she said it reminds her of the earth. reminds her of the struggle. reminds her of life. the curve of my hips keeps her guessing. like the curves of the road leading up to the mountain top, they keep her on her toes. she said my stomach was stretched by the gods to give life to an angel. and the marks that were left are a constant reminder of the shared maternal experience that connects the stone age to the slavery days to the present. the shape of my breasts. the arch of my back, like the peaks and valleys of life. she looked me in my eyes and said she loves my body. i smiled, and said "marry me."