ode

 the surface is
smooth
beguiling

undertones of
an implied threat
that's exciting
why?

handfulls of
darkness

a willing partner
in my silent
inner-ness

marries me
spills seeds
at my feet

i ripen
into this new
being

seal my sexual
from the first heart
to my other
smaller heart

anxious
frightened

to become known
to shake my leaves

until there are none

denuded

would I rather vanish
than be known?

hush.

little baby don't you cry