a women's movement
By Riki Anne Wilchins
- i have heard the voices telling me
i have no place in a woman's movement
that my chromosomal alignment is unutterably out of line
that you and i are unutterably out of alignment
that you and i are unutterably different, out of syncopation
we can never be joined
and goddess forgive me, one of these voice has been mine
but i beg you your forgiveness your forbearance your compassion your pity
my beloved one my dearest one my lover
for when your thigh has broken me in two
when you have laid your finger gently across my lips
when your hand has taken me once again
to deepest place i have never been before
when the rhythm of your cervix starts the moaning
and the wave starts rushing up from my vagina and
yes my bowels and through my intestines
when the only sound you will let me hear is my own
heart held screaming firm in your strong arms
forgive me then your absolution your redemption your deliverance
my beloved one my dearest one my lover
for the only sound you will ever let me know
is the crashing tempest in my ears and the
only song is the song of my own very
lips and tongue caught up forever in the rhythm of your motion. then all
other voices are drowned in my ears chanting in time my place in your
women's movement
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