triptych
Tuesday 23 October 2001
I. Eviscerate
would you take this
leaden sword from my hands grown
weary of the fight
would you--?
hold me down (please) all
salty fear and crossed wrists
grown weary
beneath strong hands biting blades
pull out from the center
hand over hand cords of flesh
offerings to satiate a hunger met
by this last surrender
empty me so that I may be filled with you
over and over again
II. Visceral
the frozen anchor at
the core of my being holds me
straight, strong and unafraid. yet
from your touch my instincts shrink
unable to melt, unwilling to surrender
to the heat of a desire so strong
oh would that i were able to ignore the pull of survival
i'd proudly bear the scars of our union
III. Underbelly
the feral woman knows the unspoken boundaries, where to push and when to hold back
but more importantly when to cross into uncharted waters.
head to toe stretched out and exposed the naked white place in which her secrets reside
tonight they are mine.