un no in

come to me  
without presumptions
of  labia flaps
and recordings
of fallopian trumpet solos
I have assumptions too
of ways the small  
of your back flares
as it intersects your hips
and little bridles of frenulum  
 
we are not dolls
staring into dominance
but submit
to the unknown agenda  
of unwritten scripts
and parts unfolded  
by the tools of private thought
become unsprung
and solved at once
given over  
to a second  
set of hands