May 29, 2010

Vagina Dentata

I've never looked.
Never seen it.
That space below.
Not studied.
Not made friends.

It's appreciated by some.
Yearned for by others.

A myth.
A legend.
A small tale.
Carried with me like a storybook.

My trap.
My Pandora's Tool Box.
My junk yard.

A promise.
A mistake.
A truth.

Poet Mother
Warm Wet
Tender Pink
Soft Still
Tight like brothers
Silent Weary
Tough Tantalizing
Painter Artist
Drawing out your stars.

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