Bulges grace the landscape of our being,
Curves that hint at dreams we're seeing,
Embracing life's twists and turns with grace,
In each bulge, a unique, distinctive trace.

Hard mounds that cradle dreams within,
Protectors of strength, a sacred kin,
A testament to growth, to resilience and might,
In their gentle rise, a comforting sight.

In valleys and peaks, a dance of grace,
A canvas of existence, a tender embrace,
Bulges, whispers of life's diverse song,
A melody of belonging, where we all belong.

In every swell, a tale of struggle and rise,
A narrative of triumph, beneath the skies,
For in bulges, we find our humanity,
A beautiful, shared, intricate tapestry.

Just a friendly bump. (teehee