Posted on Wednesday, January 05, 2011

twice born
of wooden ships
thrice formed
through mother's hips
mother ships
graced tu lips
a poet's garden

i presented 
my feminine side
with flowers

she cut the stems
and placed them gently
down my throat

and these tu lips
might soon eclipse 
your brightest hopes

- saul williams -

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