Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

the things that spilled out

I had never seen such loud light
pulsating against eyelids mine
the water is speaking again
and I am fluid woman
hydrogen celluloid femme
cradled by my own secretions
truth spills
frozen glossy surface
stinging eyes mine
scraping padding tongue monster

I can’t breathe with these tentacles of yours
around my neck and teeth
stained by your fleshy pinks
and glassy blues.


I was nearing the end of
unmade baby blood circle
the night I learned the power of women
the majesty of queens
cunts of queens
she came with electric bursts
softened by her thighs

I learned her hands,
and fingerpad designs
her elbows
and knees.
I grew to love hands

as lifters
I grew to know beauty in
small places
in pores filled with human sin,
in bends of toes
and creaks of spinal tabs

and my large places
were writhing as one
in the fluid exits
between tenses touches
and tyrannical
schemes of cell walls
that were wringing red
when I learned the power of women


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