White Bee
I am not the small limp body
underneath you
waiting to receive your hips.
I am an animal woman.
A white bee
stinging your lips
with the kiss
of my tongue.
I am your killing field,
the dark night,
where you come
to bury
the dead
and forget
your past.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
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