hunger

out of my flesh that hungers
and my mouth that knows
comes the shape I am seeking
for reason.
~adure lorde.

an a-z of love-making is dancing in my mind, on my tongue.it's lingering kiss a stain on white sheets, a reminder of what i am capable of. of late i have forgotten.

like 26 chromosomes line dancing, 26 letters perform their grace, forming words that drip like blood from a pen. a blinking line, less than a centimetre in height stamps it's foot impatiently, it wants to dance. it's tired of being a wall flower. and who i am to argue?

i am pregnant. swollen and full, what will spring forth from my thighs? i know not. but out of my flesh, out of my mouth, reason will come in an outpouring of fertility.
i hunger for that

2009-06-14 11:25 a.m.