Sexual Musings :: Birches

Adrift, caught between:

“I am a strong woman.”

and

“I am a soft woman.”

Two mighty Goliaths battling for space

in the mist laden forest of my heart-

one set of branches swinging

toward rushing, white-capped water,

the other protecting the firm ground

beneath her twisting, grapevine roots.

I close my eyes and can feel the

arch and sway and crack and whisper

of each spiral stairway trunk-

one of iron and one of cotton.

A swinger of birches indeed-

but no one ever told me these birches

would be my own-

coexisting in a body built for war

and for the heavy quiet of nighttime.

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