//Fill me up with secrets
Then, hit the mute button.
We’ll sit in silence and pretend it’s ten years ago
Even though each night
I throw the pillow down
And ache for him
As though he is still lingering on my senses.
//I know that
(B)ehind this (b)ody of a (b)abe
All you can remember is your ba(by)
But all I can remember is last night
And the tied up tension of each lesson he taught me
Telling me to tell him where to touch.
//As I draw outlines of magnificent masterpieces onto his back
My fingers leaving nail marks like brush strokes
He pins me down,
sweet sensations not enough
Growling “Come on, baby…
you know I like it rough.”
//And just like you once filled my bottle with milk,
I shake his bottle up (and down) and pour it into my mouth on my own
Because I took the (by) out of ba(by) when I (be)came a woman
And this is my blossoming, my revolution
My spring awakening
//You used to fall in love with women like me
Students learning the Language of Anatomy
Fumbling with their fingers like an eager child learning the alphabet
He is my professor, teaching me to read with kisses
How to map out directions to treasured pleasure spots
By leaving purple bruises like a trail of fire
With
My
Teeth
//He shows me how to contract promises
Solemnly swearing that I am safe
by pressing his tongue
Against my breasts.
//You can see my rewards
My A+s written all over my neck
The gold stars stuck to my thighs
The swollen lips of victory
////////////…Stud(ying) all night paid off
//….I don’t expect you to be proud of my good grades
All you have to do
Is accept that I’m graduating from childhood
And I’m top of my class
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