i had a lot of free time this week.
i promised myself i would sit down
and spend some serious time working
at this next poem.

i did, oh i beat my head against the wall
more than once and i kept looking for excuses
to get up from this computer, but bob was sleeping
on the couch, no one else was here so i had no choice
but to finish, submit it for critiques and comments
to my wonderful(bless em)workgroup,
rework a few parts after considering their suggestions.

the time invested paid off because the work was well received
by everyone. so i am posting it here.

be advised, it is adult in nature.(not strictly autobiographical, just a poem )
sometimes i actually act like the adult i'm supposed to be! ; )





i can not go there


i can not imagine myself as a man
with a man's lines and angles
larger bones and rough hands
narrowed hips walking a man's stride
owning the ground

i can not go there that alien land of
bigger shadows and deeper voices
even in dreams of power and easy laughter

i can not look at a woman
the way you look at me
with a quickened pulse and heated strength
grown between muscled thighs

oh but i can fuck you like a man
not with hardness but with intensity
and fierce purpose, a dominant female
with warm mouth and opened legs

i can imagine myself a woman
with a woman's curves and hollows
small bones and soft hands
round hips walking a woman's stride
owning a man.