The Size of the Stallion.

Sulfur

it's what you want me to
inhale
when I wake from tossed aside
sheets that chill without your appeal.

you named me
but you didn't create my spirit.
chipping away at my DNA
taking peeks at my womanhood
unwrapping premature skin
I lose everything to you.

except my spirit.

while you reinvent my voice
dialing up my heartbeat
splitting open my chest
I'm in my own resistance.

I pretend to feel everything
when you're near.
But truly
there are barriers
like a labyrinth in my veins
giving me my unique supply
of oxygen,
of blood,
of no transition.

God only knows how many
you'll lay down
while I escape from testing tables...
through intellect
you could never
strike, ice'
or canon
me through.

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Written November 24, 2011.