thank u meesh...

Stretch Marks

You lie beside me,
snoring lightly, nude and tan,
your breasts relaxed. My eyes are drawn
to spider webs of lacy white along
your side, across your breasts.
The delicate patterns branch and weave,
swoop down the curves
and glide across the planes and slopes
embossed and subtle decorations,
flesh on flesh
The lines entwine, and seem to spell our love,
our family, our thirty years together.

William Roetzheim.