Curves

My arms over my chest Where you want yours to be My back bent over my body To have the layers fall over my chest and my stomach My collars held closely at my neck The rolling of my curves hidden always Sleeves held down over the arms that hold marks of shame Upon shame I hide my body Upon your eyes I hide from The ones that don't see mine The ones that don't mention the smile I muster at eye contact The eyes that follow my chest My curves Your eyes aren't a problem when I can nearly hear the thought in your head The images The ideas The emotion.