FebulousFebruary 2026: The Old Photograph

I see you Sweets

If I were your body I would splash about 

in the swimming pool of self-pleasure,

fill my lungs and dive deep, taut with 

tension. Then, when I could not hold 

it any longer, bob up released.

If I were your body I would call you 

to the bedroom pull your pants ankle down

forensic search your folds and holes 

for evidence of secretions or spills 

proof our lust.

If I were your body I would rut 

down on the forest floor where everything smells

where beasts crawl and slide 

and come. Splashes left to fertilise 

a rich and grateful ground.

Maj  Wales