Monday, March 07, 2005

The Truth Between Us



You
drive me to school
fetch me from work
carry my bag
mark my papers
compute my grades

yet
your
snake tongue

invades
my lips --
cool.


You
orchestrate my dinner
temper my bath
tweeze my leg hair
massage my limbs
arrange my music
yet
your
bear paws
maul
my breasts --
flat.


You
screen my email
ravage my diaries
cut out my family
from my childhood pictures
so
your
bull shaft

rams through
my forced spread thighs --
shut.


cJCP, 2002


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