the woman
i write for
is dark and deep
water-logged//
even her joy
is indigo//
she seems loose to you
but she is only
adept at providing comfort//
her womb's doorway can
house an army
as her rivers wash her clean//
she is
immaculately promiscuous
choosing
sacred prostitution
over
chaste bondage//
...it is a shame that
this language only understands
such rites thru a
bastardized expression
composed of two loaded,
opposing concepts
(c) 2009 l.a.m.
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