Rock Girl Diary

...
august 22 1986
...
at martha's V.

a gust of wind
carries your voice
and it wraps around my soul

like a mood ring
turning colors
from light to dark
and I need the dark

impatient as i am
with soft
'cause i'm soft
blowing my own wings apart
then crying through the night

i'm hungry for the cloak of
your lust, the shape of you
us in the attic at dusk
i watch your shadow do things
to me, while i curl and uncurl

yes...i want the shape of you
gloved around my baby birdness
the sex terrible
the way mother nature is terrible
and thrilling