Walking Through Walls

A poem by Julia R. DeStefano

Photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash

Walking Through Walls

Wanting me in my sneakers

means wanting my jean-clad legs

and the curves

that beg you make further acquaintance.

On another day,

I might crave you come after me -

hair aflame like my spirit -

tight little yoga pants

as the impetus for mid-morning frolic

and the carnal discoveries that await.

But today,

loving me in my pullover and April jacket

means loving a perfectly imperfect woman

with weight upon her shoulders

but walking in resolute faith

at your side -

and that is a new happiness.

© Julia R. DeStefano