Impolite Ceremony

30 Sep

1991 February 7

I will not give back what you can’t understand was given.

You don’t comprehend the meaning of our sexing.

You hide from the fact you were within

The emptiness in me

Within a fifth chamber of my heart

Within a mouth that greeted no other man

As it has greeted you

Within my eyes

And ears and hands and breasts

And being.

I became more.

And before you stayed within

Long enough to leave yourself,

You withdrew, and thought you had escaped.

But you had never even begun to arrive.

Oh hang your face in the air above me

And bow your shoulders over my breasts once more

In the impolite ceremony that changed me.

I know. This only happens in memory.

My body, re-arranged by you entering it,

Is not broken by your leaving.

But it grieves.

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