I offered you my braid.
I wanted you to anchor onto my shoulders,
enter me from the back
like a fire horse
on a metal rat.
As the braid becomes undone,
it would spread against my back
and you could rest upon it.
Yesterday I cut my hair like a boy.
Like a boy who was the last offspring
from a long line of sisters.
Today I accept there will not be another after you.
(This poem is dedicated to _. It does not of course qualify for the challenge)
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submit this poem somewhere. it's excellent.
okay prissy - I will ....now to whom?
Thunder Sandwich is the first one that comes to mind.
Why not? I love this poem.
Yellow Silk still publish?
Yellow Silk was one of the first, if not the first, to publish high-quality womyn's erotic literature. Mid-70s. Check it out. Must be children of it around. Very crosscultural iconoclastic.
Very sexy poem.
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