when i was iunger

when i was younger the girls after making it would lay with their heads on the chest and we'd doze until the chest awakened us with its supremacy

now i'm older and the chest is haired dense as burmese tigers and the girls say it scratches the cheek and the lower half of the lip and the iris maybe and they clothe and leave and the chest beats its despondencies thinking itself alone

i fear when i grow oldest the chest will be jagged bone and the girls will shy from it will not press cheek to haired jagged bone chest and the chest will be still beautiful without ever realizing