In Karen's Bedroom 

Our straight brown bodies
changing, new fat
cuddling our bones,
we locked ourselves in 

and slipped into her mum's
negligee, the cold silk
licking our skin.
We took turns to move 

for each other - showing
flashes of breast and
glimpses of bum.

We were blooming and knew it.

Fiona Robyn

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