JewelStock '96

Taking The Slave

     Burn her eyes, without hope of understanding them.
     Kiss her mouth, that you may fathom its strange tongue.
     Indulge in her brown skin because it reminds you of mother.
     Rape her mind, because it is not your own,
     but so sweet, so familiar.
     Like coming home to a native land
     your pale and inbred hands can only faintly fathom.

Poetry from JewelStock '96
Copyright Jewel Kilcher 1996
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