He slides into bed
reaches over and pulls her close
heat warming her
he gently kisses her neck
and she whispers melt me

I am going to be decadent tonight
I will curl up in my bed
and roll over on my belly
I will lay there and stretch
my back towards the ceiling
I may drool onto the pillow
a little
You can’t do that sleeping
on your back
I may sleep this way all night
on my belly
What a delightful way to celebrate
the birth of my baby

I own my age
so few women do
I lived every grey hair
each wrinkle
and the crackling of blood vessels and veins like sponged pottery
and the squishy middle that carried babies
I live in comfortable clothes
the days of fashion
and trying to look cute
or sexy
or fashionable
or appropriate
gone.
Inside I have learned and lived and destroyed my being
to own my wisdom
my truths – myself…I own all of me