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.