Come.
Join your blanket with mine.
Become the father of my unborn child.
Because I believe I will conceive
Tonight.
Let me feel the silk of your skin.
Slide up against mine.
Let me feel the heat of your blood rise.
As you taste the wild berries on my tongue.
Here we are out on this trail.
Separated from our peoples.
You lost and I deserted.
Why not take solace in my body?
I ask no more from you than your seed.
I can see that you come from a different time,
A different kind of life than I could abide,
But together our lines could breed
Something new.
Something beautiful.
So I intend to continue my journey
Until I reach the sea
And perhaps beyond
In hopes of finding companions
Who will take me, and perhaps my infant,
As I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so i said to myself, let me read one poem by suzanne before i turn this computer over to wendy—and chose this one. hmmm... not the first time i've encountered your frankness, suzanne. but hmmm... and now i'm smiling. and now i'm thinking of sojourner truth's ain't i a woman? -glen