Poem for the Month - The Only of Only Being Woman

I want to write the language of my sex hear the crack of rope again a childish squeak of crosses into desk I want the oranges and apples of my chest to be those grown-up watermelons I want to feel the crack and split the burrowing erotic trip between two thighs I want the moment when a raspberry splits my teeth the naked juice cascading open lips I want the bulging sweet fecundity of birth again the unconditional taste of love that opened every pore of...

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