Today, only wall sockets
are bold enough to stare back.
Faithful like peep holes who warn
of shadows, passing and still.
My strong thighs suggest –
you not trespass.
Savage with glossy lips to control the
pride. You think you do…I know.
I am the striding force
I am the knowing wink
My words escape, swiftly, empowered.
Like cracked up, jacked up clay, pulverized
into the pieces my mind envisions.
Draped in clarity, beneath these bars of
stinking flesh, I am neither one of
man or woman
Wisdom extended a womb, so heavy
it crushed my heart.
Cherubim with flaming swords on guard
against the naked returning into it.
Stronger than pulsating biceps,
Pulled taut and steamed by the
heat between strong thighs, I rise.
This day, I am the strength bearing
womb and the wounds.
Ama
Ama Danesi 