Hermaphrodite - Part II
My thoughts are filled with the Hermaphrodite,
of the woman breaking through the surface of my skin.
I cup a vulva where there should be instead, a pen.is -
laugh aloud because I feel whole.
You ask why I am laughing,
but you do so with your own laughter.
Your voice startles me awake,
its echo whispers along my spine.
Disorientation leads to clarity.
I look around, it feels like home.
Pixies shine in my eyes.
Right now you are a Pixie
in my eyes,
a paradoxical puzzle that makes you all the more beautiful.
You have always been there,
so intertwined, I only had an illusion of being alone.
"I have been your Mother, you have been my Father,
Sister, Brother, Child, Lover."
I want to make love to you
on exponential levels.
I swallow the truth of always having wanted to.
You tell me that we already are,
possibly a bit differently than expected.
"In my sleep?"
"No, ancient boy, young boy."
I feel slighted for a fraction of a moment,
but the woman re-surfaces within.
You penetrate me,
using my own body to fill me/your body.
Waves. Pulsating, flowing currents.
How can I be feeling both?
We are between two Mirrors deep beneath the Sea.
Do I dare look? Of course.
I see our reflection through your eyes -
you are using my body to make love to me/your body,
my belly is an earthquake.
There are smaller images of us rebounding between the Mirrors,
hypnotizing me, leading me deeper into reflections,
until I am only a grain of sand.
You take me in. You are an Oyster,
molding me into a Pearl,
even though you were born a Pearl.