You said I’d never have
That rock hard sex-pack
Never be in pages
Showing off faces
Because my bottom ribs
Jut out and give
Shadows to my abs
So bury that hatchet
But my bottom ribs
Jut out like this
Because I’ve a heart soft
But never is lost
I need extra protection
So before I remove
Any ribs for you
I will love my bones
The way that they show
And give my heart home
And join while I go
Hunt for more poems
And leave you alone
To admire your own
Abdomen.