Of My Heart
It takes woman time
small moments would find the divine
something always there inside
denied by violence for so long
forced instead, she’ll grow a penis
a tale to carry between her legs
a plug of tortured flesh
a rod unspared
a thing to do her thinking
imagine always being the lesser than
child of the wrong kind
ugliness raised in both hands
can she ever believe our own wet kisses
unavoidable then her healing
freed then to wander endless
sky blue wolf fed by willing horses
of my heart
