drain down limbs, clean, unforgivable.
devised platter turned back
I want space, the empty space.
hiding in the blue cotton,
world spins without
my soft brush of night pastels
canvas lover word lamenting into a burning body
that will not remain dead
I try to keep it hidden
brown skin keeps pricking goose flesh
ready like thanksgiving, oven, oven,
mouth lips i am ready
mouth lips i am ready
and,
when salvation comes like fresh linen
waving in the sun
it carries my own whisper,
traced by the rumble of you.
it carries my own whisper,
traced by the rumble of you.
i am dieing for touch.
i am dieing from touch
i am hiding from touch
i am terrified.
put your inky hands on me anyway.
and touch me whole.
and I will bring the reckoning
of fire from centuries denied
from limbs to lips to legs to
the undeniable desire of
a Woman's need
from limbs to lips to legs to
the undeniable desire of
a Woman's need
that will break you pleased a thousand pieces
over this challenge
I call
the shattering of me
and this terrible, terrible fear.
over this challenge
I call
the shattering of me
and this terrible, terrible fear.
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