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Audre Lorde

(18 February 1934 – 17 November 1992 / New York City)

Recreation


Coming together
it is easier to work
after our bodies
meet
paper and pen
neither care nor profit
whether we write or not
but as your body moves
under my hands
charged and waiting
we cut the leash
you create me against your thighs
hilly with images
moving through our word countries
my body
writes into your flesh
the poem
you make of me.

Touching you I catch midnight
as moon fires set in my throat
I love you flesh into blossom
I made you
and take you made
into me.

Submitted: Thursday, November 17, 2011
Edited: Thursday, November 17, 2011

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