Friday, December 24, 2010

A Love Letter to My Vagina

Your labial lips are sealed,
The clitoris over-sized
And sitting like a toadstool 
On the end of a vaginal canal turned inside out.

My love,
I have tried to return you
To where you belong,
Inside,
Where you can lovingly embrace
My lover,
My lover's finger,
My lovers's tongue.

I have tried to punish you
For your congenital misshapen self.
I have tried to please you until the skin tore
And bled.
For that I am truly sorry
And I hope to make it up to you
When your shape has been set right
And I have been made whole.

You have admitted 
The brutal attempt
Of a male lover
Who drunkenly found your cervix,
Painfully almost punching a hole
Through your sealed labia.

And that same cervix
Yielded to the exploratory fingers
Of my intersex lover,
Who discovered you
And canals the doctors would say I shouldn't have.

They would say
I shouldn't have the groinal pain
The cramps
The bloating
That accompanies your menstrual cycle
Because you need a uterus for that.
But no one's seen what is truly hidden
Behind your sealed labial lips

This May,
When I have surgery,
When the doctor brings out your inner beauty,
Cutting open my sealed labial lips,
Reducing the size of the clitoris,
And turning you right side out to line the vaginal walls,
Fully sensitive,
Lubricating at a lovers touch,
He will also remove your one ovary that keeps trying
To painfully return home.

People are already lining up,
Wanting to be the first
To experience your love,
But that honor
Will be mine,
As I gently put my fingers to your lips.

And I will not 
Let others abuse you.
I will be the gatekeeper 
To the gate,
Allowing only the most gentle
Lovers anywhere near
Your sweet lips.

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