Monday.01.11.10

On the day I discovered I was a girl,
when my body had no landscape
stretching flat and far into the horizon
and I, unaware of my limitations,
stretched on and on
undefined by the confines
of mountains and valleys,
you touched the places that made us different.
My world was flat then.
My view was endless when
my mouth formed a perfect blossom which you opened.
Leaning back,
you told me I was yours now.
and you pulled off each petal,
and carved statues to yourself in my mountains.