Imagination.
I'm tracing my fingers over parts of you
Feeling your abstract art
Free form and structure
Contradiction and symmetry
Your magic will realign the world
Your rage can melt mountains wax
And I'm taken aback again,
Womyn.
Damned is my appreciation
No worship seems sufficient
Foolish machinations
We wage war for your love
So smile so the sun can rise on our ignorance
Breathe and birth butterflies
Accept our seeds to keep the world spinning
Could you please?
Save a space for the broken boys in your bosom
Comfort us in the sensitivity of your awareness
Make us feel our flesh, and recognize our bones
Opened lips and exhalation
Speaking wetness, draw us in
Activate rivers
Flood us in your waterfalls
And we'll remember how you made us feel
Womyn.
To taste between the folds
To touch the elements
Fingers climbing twin peaks
Winding curves, camping in enclaves
Tucked in...
Until your earth quakes
Legs shake,
Volcanoes break,
And rush.