"If you were a part of the [vulva], which part would you be?"
I take the question into myself
and hold it deeply in my chest
I wait for an answer to resonate
and when it chimes against my skin
I speak.
I feel it first in the place
I know to be true.
I am the labia, the lips.
I wrap tenderly around
the Id-driven clitoris
and softly cover the vagina
like bedsheets.
I protect, but feel,
I am on the outside and easy to find
yet strangly confusing
to those who don't(won't) see(look)
my purpose is to hold in
the secret gorgeousness
and in turn become a part of it.
The labia, the warm arms,
the soft place to fall,
the sisterlove envelope,
unassuming and yet obvious.

03/27/2002

Posted on 03/27/2002
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