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.
the magic word for peace 