how can
her heavenly body
belong on the barren
plain against the plain
blue heavens.
nothing remains of her
to make love with:
a vagina in ruins,
held in the folds
of her chlamys gown
pain like lovers
ripped through her cherry
the dripped juice
a red spreading stain
across her canvas.
her heavenly body
belong on the barren
plain against the plain
blue heavens.
nothing remains of her
to make love with:
a vagina in ruins,
held in the folds
of her chlamys gown
pain like lovers
ripped through her cherry
the dripped juice
a red spreading stain
across her canvas.
hortensia anderson
