1. I am a whole poem
hidden squeezed
in between my thighs.
written in the language
of Braille.
At night you come
tiptoeing to read me
with the sharp gaze
of your hands.
Fingers, too, have eyes
that blaze in the dark.
I am not a moon
but have scars.
2. Do I look
like a luscious pair of fruits
dangling awkwardly
in the green garden
of my flesh men love
to eat with their eyes ?
3. I have been declared
'a disturbed area',
a territory under 'seize'.
But my borders are
porous, and
I am penetrable.
I, often, get lost
in the wilderness
of my own body.
4. I am a pitch dark womb.
I shelter God's fetus
standing on my toes.
On the sharp edge
of love I throb
like a parrot's tongue.
I am a whore:
a flung open door
through which men come and go
pretending innocence.
5. Actually, I am just
a swampy little hole -
all the metaphors
are merely
'a damage control'.
