Unsex Me, Please

art is what satisfies the soul

I

Which one 

are you?

I say my name:

An encounter,

a greeting, 

a smile.

The mirror, 

a mask: 

not beautiful.

Talk, room, laughter.

He came closer:

Très belle!

II

He whispered 

something:

surprise, 

never before

have I heard 

those words…

It’s You! It’s You! 

Never had nobody told me! 

Oh, it’s You!

Interpret things:

lips and teeth

sour breath

getting heavier

strong arms: 

reclaiming, 

possessing, 

preventing,

no movement

A sudden change:

how strange

III

The party

The face

Pants

Blouse

Skirt

Jacket

His hand

Come

The bed

His chest

Dust

He held me

I bit

He knew

Tension

Hands

Silence

IV

the eyes

one two three

concentrate

time

shhh

darkness

four five six

the eyes

seven eight nine

the eyes

the surprise

inside:

something flickering

ten one two

his eyes

three four five

hair 

muscles

teeth

six seven eight

shadows

the eyes

nine ten one

pupils

V

have

not

told 

anyone

dead

dried blood

denuded  

VI

started

throwing away 

things

those i 

do not use

photographs

with content 

shadows

to get rid 

of it all

clothes

books

sheets

it had all

been new 

once

garbage bags

broken frames

trivial vanities

but the heart

is still raging

red

purple

black

dirty

vulgar

rotten

careless

then it came:

a sense of loss: 

my empty house.

VII

passing years

resonating thoughts

sharp mind

shouldn’t have played