Lesbian Canoodlers Poem by alexander opicho

One is a hairdresser,
Another one a wound-dresser,
They live in the same house,
In one bedroom,
On one bed,
In one town,
Cursing one history;
The day of their birth.
And sharing one hope;
The coming change in fortune
In their matrix for a baby,
Beyond the days of menopause.
Or they share horrible dreams
In one realm of their nightmares,
One dreams of strangling her baby,
Another one dreams of
dropping her baby in
The bottomless hole,
Or of being a man free from shame,
Or being a wife to a woman,
In liberty from call for fertility
Against the power of fibroids,
An imp that culls one from motherhood,
One fetches firewood, another one flour,
Or she pays rent and bills of the months,
But another one mends the beds and the kitchen,
Gleaning for happiness beyond the domain
Of conventional nature and human traditions,
As in a zwieback of their unblemished dyad
Deasil Keelhauling by the society
Is the only accolade to earn,
As the songs of sorrow
Enjoys the strong spouse
Of a lonely dancer,
Waiting for nothing
But driving crest high
On the punctures of
Wistful emotions
As a love song to
The loves of Satan
In the idol's toll,

By alexander Khamala Opicho