M. Florence




Parts aren’t where they used to be.
On both of us.
Our maturing bodies 
Redistributing and rebalancing.
Everything is dangling a little
Lower.

We’re empty nesters now.
No more need for quiet tussles.
The house is all ours
But my interest is waning.
Feels a bit
Lower.

When did we last dance in the kitchen?
We have settled into the mundane patterns 
Of old married couples. 
You used to woo me, 
Now your efforts seem 
Lower.

You wake me up, lightly rubbing my stomach.
And my body trembles under your touch.
Suddenly I am wet and needy.
Pulling your hand down between my legs,
I whisper, 
Lower.





M. Florence is a Midwestern, GenX multi-genre writer. She works, teaches, and (sometimes) writes. Her work has been published in Bending Genres. You can find her at @mflorence.bsky.social.