Amathyzt wrote: and was interpolated:
I once gave promises
from a moist labia, an erectile clitoris,
before I saw them bind unwantingly
with various distracting things.
So I stopped tying bows on to you
wondering if that is another form of castration.
Then you came to me armed in words of similar intent
desecrating my naked body with verbs and nouns,
and eyelets scatter on the floor homelessly
where I have come forever undone.
Pull a string to see if the bow
cuts off the vital circulation long enough
releases or tangles, as I step out of my bathtowel
baring my reddened breasts
materializing apparel
that might make you notice me, hanging
on a laundry line and one or two at a time
stretched out like hanged innocents,
you release the clothespins
from the nipples, laughing,
waiting to come to me in a freshly wind
scattered ways, a hardly attentive
beaten outfit of cotton and sunshine
complementing my new outfit: a dropped towel.
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