Lorenzo Buford
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He says my kisses are like the effects of flapping butterfly wings.
He says I am too feminine in my workings. Sometimes his harshness makes me feel small inside, and my voice becomes thin; and I remember a time when Nature was not raped or dominated. Am I not the Soul having a human experience? He says he needs to feel the savagery; the hunt, the coarseness, the game; and the thrill of victory of man dominating another man. Am I not the Soul having a gender experience? He says he is not sure why he is attracted to me. Sometimes I seem female; sometimes I seem male sometimes I am fairy; and sometimes I am just there and when he rides inside me; I am neither; and he feels comforted but fear over shadows him when he is no longer riding the waves of me experiencing time and space. And when his winter sleeps in me, a part of me returns to the realm of fairy when I was safe embracing Nature before man's descent into my realm and I became his Soul. And I tell him, "Am I not the Soul?" |
