Transformative Prose
I want to go with you to the place beyond words
The place where our bodies do the talking in that effortless language
I want to go with you to the place where we first met and knew in an instant what we wanted
The place where a wordless message was exchanged by forces unseen, forces that move us ever closer
Forces more powerful than a tsunami
I feel bi-curiouser and curiouser
Is it because of my genes that my eyes follow the curves of ladies’ jeans?
Is it because I was molested by my mother that women intrigue me?
Or is it because I suffered so many violations by men when I was younger
That I became a commercial sex worker just to profit from my skills
And now have fear and rage toward Y chromosome carriers,
That I fantasize about women more and more?
Women are beautiful
Visualizing their bodies near me,
I erupt in earth-moving orgasms
I am more bi-curious every day
To the point that bi is no longer a question- is the answer to why being with a man never felt quite right and at night I dream of they and I, the invitation of their thighs
I want to read you cover to cover, my bi-curious lover
Their eyes are bluer than any other.
Our love is pure albeit undercover.
They are not she or he
They are we
You and I walked the line-
The thin border that separated us
We got as close to each other as we could
Your mood swing shook the ground, turning the crack between us into a canyon
Sprawling vastly between us, there was no way to stitch or suture us back together
I was shaken down by your rumble
My hopes for us buried in the rubble
Slowly, we picked ourselves back up again
Separating the pieces of you from the pieces of me
Resurfacing, scratched and bruised
Older and wiser
You seem borderline
Leaning so close in
Then so far away
I might be borderline too
We swerved toward and away from each other
At a dizzying pace
I’m trying to figure out
Where is the line with you?
You crossed the line with me
Too many times
It was my fault
For not drawing a boundary, not staying true to my heart
But I’m drawing it now
By cutting you off
Instead of cutting my skin
You kept invading my body and my life
I’d rather do other things with my time
So please, darling, mind the line
Sage Burner Poetry 