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If you are reading this
consider this
my message in a bottle
consider this
my cry for help
my cry for freedom
consider
the life of a married woman
who knows that
there are women
who love women
who dance naked by the moonlight
and worship the Goddess in
each others beautiful
wet, dark bodies
women who are whole
apart and together
© Copyright, Fiona
Confession
Just because I have
Wondered
What it would be like
To sleep
With another woman
Doesn’t mean
I think about you!
Its not like I notice
That you don’t wear underwear
Under your blue jean cut offs
And then climb ladders
To hand boxes to me
From the attic
And I certainly never noticed
How you have perfect breasts
Like flesh tear drops
Begging for sympathy.
And I never noticed the small of your back
Or how your thighs are still slightly
Meaty
Despite your thinness
And the way your hipbones jut out
Showcasing all that pubic hair
That grows out
Past the creases where your legs meet
I never, ever noticed your beautiful
Knotty fingers
And how they tickled the back of my neck
When you were trying to describe
What he had done to you
© Copyright, Fiona
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