My body was yelled at when naked,

My body was watched, observed.

My body was told off when naked.

 

Stop it! – she ordered.

Who the heck is going to

do the luxing then? – he demanded.

Push! – she yelled crossly

while elbow deep in my flesh.

Go away! – bellowed his angry voice

while his sperm was

trickling down my legs.

 

My body remembers your words,

and my body is not a secret any more,

my body is not in quiet denial,

and it is not shy or embarrassed.

 

So we will get naked again

then put on a bra,

that pushes my breasts up,

with sequins and colors,

and a belt that twinkles,

and a skirt that softly shines.

So we will break the silence

with the music of love

on a language that you don’t understand,

thousands of years of history

of patterns and gemstones,

and we will move in freedom

and control and faith

for all of you to see

but not to touch.