Standing Female Nude with Blue Scarf, a painting by Tolstoy

I stand, nipples blooming from dying buds,

Erect and laced with goose bumps, untouched.

Once supported by slender shoulders,

Now held by man’s strength.

My plump bottom aches and juts,

Awaiting inexistent fingertips.

My muscles stretch,

Forming my missing half.

A pot-belly clings to me,

brewing butterflies.

A trail for grazing lips,

unwalked.

I peer down to my thickening legs:

Thick trunks I envisioned

wrapped around my own,

still propped by dainty knees.

My eggs begin to burst and crack,

slipping between my closing folds,

spilling womanhood.

I cast aside my scarf,

My change bare for hissing eyes,

My shame is their.