Wednesday 9 August 2017

The (Re)Birth of Desire

I remember 
a time
where 
touching 
them (men)

held all
its allure
in it being 
a forbidden
fruit

when it 
was the role
of all the 
women (in
me and 
before me)

to be seen
as coy, shy,
innocent.

I was not al-
lowed to feel
the vivacious
raw of my un-
becoming

lest it 
threaten
their ‘sanc-
tity’

Fuck 
(later I
will fuck)
    their
sanctity.

The only
sanctity
they hold

is the 
remnance 
of what 
they took
from me 
(all the 
me's)

when they
pillaged the
belly of the
holy 
mother.

Not
knowing 
that her 
Godliness
 is the tinder

that trans-
forms me
into a 
phoenix

that will
no longer
wait for
the feast
to be laid
out (and 
her name
called)

but will
just 
eat.


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