Sunday 13 November 2011

The Woman

Certain, left-deserted
Eyes betide - occasional phrase
To the woman, wards with shrapnel bangles
The lines which crash and coil, coagulate.
Inside oceans tongue in catacombs
Thinking we were similar, sped
Singular speech to the plural -
Subliminal, female-form split suffragette.
I am a well oiled human being
I tell tracing trawls of wrist
Your skin, darkness drawn into my favour
The rest undone, and loving this.

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