My name is Rowena and I live on the island of Lesbos. Here a wonderful experiment has come into being. We teach our daughters that marriage is for two women to raise children. Men take part in society as teachers of children but their curriculum is devised by women. I am a lapsed lesbian about to be reintroduced to women. I am taken to the room where I take my seat on the floor mat. The priestess says, “Rowena, you are eighteen but have yet to do more than kiss a woman. Is your interest in your own sex more than casual?” “Well, I kissed her on the lips and our tongues...
Smoothed asphalt like her skin Mountain picks point to the sky like the nipples erect Valleys cover and divided roads much like legs spread well groomed Coal like hair jet black Lips color of rubies Eyes sparkle like stars at night Smile brighter than the sun beams
Seni dusunecegim her zaman (I will think of you always)
Always I want for you to say 'seni seviyorum canım (I love you my dear) benimle gel, benimle seviş' (come with me, make love with me) but you don't seem to love me that way however much I love you, and I can't chase you forever
we've got something special the easy way we are together I can feel it, you seem to feel it too ama (but) I can't give you my everything my correct and natural past decisions mean I can't and we both know it I imagine it's why you don't