12.8.2002 - 6:45pm (california time)
poems,
about rainbows,
or butterflies,
or fairies,
or fuck,
can't i be a lesbian,
without my flag,
or my flannel,
in plaid,
dressed in something other,
than a subculture
or a flight of seagulls
all dancing with rainbow rings
and feminist agenda?
of course, i'm a feminist,
and a realist,
and a feel this,
as my body slides,
on top of yours,
down, melting down,
featherlight touch
to your skin,
i sin,
with a taste on my lips
from your beauty
and ecstacy
but in a bedroom
without rainbows
on my walls?
(c) 2002 ssw