Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Blue Abstract

The morning was clear, with hope
now it sprawls grey
promising only a wait
every now becoming lost

These orifaces of the body

My body was wanted
my breasts desired
my sex ploughed, plunged, pounded, explored, tendered
All has been claimed then left
but never left
for it has always been mine

A body to be known again
by new mouths and hands
and the techniques of seduction
A self to be two selves to be one self
My heart a storeroom for all those beings
who came into my life

I sit on the bed
and draw my legs open
Imagining a birth upon my thighs
It is myself

The day becomes night becomes morning again
Blue dissolves into blue
always a first kiss

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