Bikini

It was a much smaller me who once owned this bikini

My hips were more boyish, my waistline more teeny

And yet, as I lie here in yesterday’s suit

I muse over ripening, like blossoming fruit

My legs are less spikey, my elbows more padded

And there’s an upside to the pounds that I’ve added

The odd times I stumble and fall on my rump

Those cushiony pillows can lessen the bump

And though I’m no model of sylph-like proportions

I no longer strive at aerobic contortions

Those thin, workout gurus can stay on my shelf

I’ll bow to the billowing bloom of myself