woman beneath

Man, I am Eve again.


If I was naked you would be as afraid as I am
of the
Woman Beneath
the fiction I've been sewing.


The layers
of yellow paint,
the black rimming my eyes,
the glitter
that says I'm sexy when I have it on--
This is worse than fig leaves!

One of these days I'm gonna show you what I was born with.

In my skin,
I'm gonna show you my tender truths,
expose
my hidden fire,
my soul that can't be deflowered
blossoming so deep
within the physicallity of myself
that even I am hard pressed to reach.

Man,
in my garden, in my skin,
I'm gonna show you.