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Your eyes, half-hidden under a mound of hair, peek out with curiosity and wonder. Advertisements
Twirl me round with wide, wild steps. Never let go. photo: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Phenakistoscope_3g07690b.gif
My bloodstained boots Carry me through doors Into foreign lands And hostile territories. Generations And generations Of ancestors At the mercy of their cells Follow closely behind.
As your arms wrap tightly around me, I wonder if your face had the same expression when you hugged your wife after French toast with powdered sugar.
I know a man who lives outside the bounds of marriage all the while claiming loyalty to his wife.
I have never felt more whole than now, despite coming through a year in which my body has been cut into multiple times and parts have been removed.
No blade can excise your fierce femininity, no illness withstand the cleansing of your tears. Wounds are swallowed in the embrace of your openness. Sing forth my priestess of transformation.