Sunday, August 2, 2009

Woman

Any man could taste me now
and find
The perfection
of my fertility
I have been yours for ever
Any man could feel my weight
with possibility of bearing
I have been your
future forever
without you-
without me
there is no
future at all
I am the possibility
I am your death
Sacred to some
a weapon to others
Your weapons stand as erect as
the symbol
of your future
If in love-
You loved me
If In Truth I bore you
Would not that truth be
fruit upon our lands
Would not the gentleness
of my son, my father, my lover, my spouse
know me as I am?

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