Wednesday 1 April 2009

Here are my feet.


Here is my clitoris

you need to know

what makes me tick

own me from

head to toe

here is my clit.


And here is my heart,

I wear it upon my

sleeve its so easy

to see raw - pink

and throbbing,

here is my heart.


Here is my mind so -

so grey - see through

almost translucent

fertile - a newly ploughed

field words fizzing out

of the furrows -

here is my head.


And here – here are my

feet,

I stay - I remain -

paint them up

red just for

you -

my feet –


here are

my feet.



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