Patchwork Girls – A Poem.

 

Sometimes, what it feels to be a woman … Thanks for reading.

 

Patchwork Girls 

 

Only tiny tastes.

     Melt in the mouth but

never get stuck in His teeth.

A lick of lip.

A nipple may leak

 — nothing left beneath.

 

Cradle at night.

     If He calls but

we offer only fruit.

No bended knee.

This day she knows

 — to kneel is bittersweet.  

 

Feast unfolded.

     Save Him a touch of wine

to drip slowly through bathwater.

Sink circles.

Days discolor.

 — fullness forgets Her.

 

Sian Alexia.

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