1.   I am a whole poem
      hidden squeezed
      in between my thighs.
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      written in the language
      of Braille.
      At night  you come
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    tiptoeing to read me
       with the sharp gaze
       of your hands.
        Fingers, too, have eyes
        that blaze in the dark.
        I am not a moon
        but have scars.
2.    Do I look
        like a luscious pair of fruits
        dangling awkwardly
        in the green garden
        of my flesh men love
        to eat with their eyes ?
3.     I have been declared
     'a disturbed area',
     a territory under 'seize'.
     But my borders are
     porous, and
     I am penetrable.
     I, often, get lost
     in the wilderness
     of my own body.
4.      I am a pitch dark womb.
         I shelter God's fetus
         standing on my toes.
         On the sharp edge
         of  love I throb
         like a parrot's tongue.
         I am a whore:
         a flung open door
         through which men come and go
         pretending innocence.
5.      Actually, I am just
         a swampy little hole -
         all the metaphors
         are merely
         'a damage control'.
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