You are fond of her
because she is small
With delicately pursed lips
& flushed cheeks
Her wide blue eyes captivate you
Play with her whenever you wish
lock her in the cupboard
dress her up for display
Her doll’s mouth will not protest
Do not be scared
by the dull glimmer in her blue eyes
Lay her on her back
& pretend she has fallen asleep.
From Where I Sit I Can See Him
From where I sit I can see him,
Lost in secret thoughts
though he has been blessed with beautiful eyes
lately he has also learned to grieve.
If I flung myself in his path
he would avoid my gaze, look away
Lost in our thoughts, we both know
that he has not been made for me
for me, the touch of his hand is enough
for him, there is all of philosophy!
Though my pleading stares upset him,
his own charms frustrate him
I hear myself begin speaking
he nods along to every word
But his eyes
are the frightened eyes of a child lost
at a carnival and searching for his mother.
And I want to stop talking endlessly,
fold myself into his arms and cry.
God, if you are listening, all I ask
is that You never let him forget
From A Girl
This building once upheld by stone tradition
now ashamed of what it has seen
exhausted by the weight it carries
a burden it has set upon itself
every crooked wall
every bent rafter
For the troubles of this once-sturdy building
There should be a drunken song.
There should be a dance of joy!
This building too can crumble.
This captive princess can be set free.
This captive princess
Born of fear, nourished by fantasy-
lay in bed with compromise
And birthed only impotence
& breathing for the first time
She dances wildly, in ecstasy!
She will soon find her soul
You are the woman
with fire beneath your skin
Your spirit is made of steel
You speak eloquently
but your arms are strong
& your fingers practiced
A woman who demands love
A woman who demands pleasure
You are the one
Who is loved by man.
War Cry For A Young Woman
My dear girl,
holding you closely means
my tears dry up with fear
& my smile often fades to
a look of terror
My arms encircle the swell of the ocean
The seasons’ laughter echoes within your body
Air, water and fire sway together as one.
Your first true thought has furrowed your brow
The marks of a young woman
You look at this tainted world with such wonder
I feel my eyes dry up,
My smile slowly fading
Can you see what is approaching?
Ghostly shadows slowly close up on you
How is this possible?
Can this be?
The ocean swell can become stone-like,
Supple boughs sacrificed to funeral pyres
The face of the sun, blackened
& its rays choked into submission
This is how it has been
& this is how it will be
But no, daughter of this earth!
Know your strength
Show this rotting age what it is to dance
& let this dirty, impure blood flow away
That blood which has left truth barren
& sucked the zest from life
Do not deny your body:
let your warm, young blood
feed this starving earth
From the earth, love will bloom
A peaceful man will find you
& kiss your lips.
His touch will heal all your wounds