It's Zenobia

Lift my shirt  In slow motion Bare  My back And let your eyes  Track  Those scars  Those are Behind me now But you should see them You should  Know that I Carry this weight Every place   I go Every day  Is so much better  Than it used to be We used to be Little  Lovely Girls Good good girls We use to have smiles We use to have souls But so much  Goes  Into sinking  Down to those  Dark places Pretty faces  Found  Us In his room  In the dark With lights --secrets We can keep em Good girls  Hold their tongues We played games  That never seemed Like fun But one  More time And I  Am done This is  Something He calls love But I'm not sure Enough Of this truth We used to  Have choices Belt buckles biting  Backs And that Is that Or we could  Make him smile Make him  Happy  While We attempted To save  Our own skin Our own kin Sinking  So  Low...

I fell  Not in love  But  Hard  Nonetheless Something else Something  Unexpected Never felt it Quite like  This Her lips Her mouth  A vehicle  For words But now its Something  Worse Two petals Too pink  To do anything But make me  Hurt for her She laughs Soft  Deep  Somewhere  In  The back  Of her throat Like velvet  Felt it  Strong  Last night Now I  Need it  All The time We spend Gets difficult  To remember She speaks  And I hear  What I need She says  Yes, please Gives me permission If I promise  To be patient Taking time  To let her adjust To us  To my fingers Tracing  The soft skin At her neck And watch  Her grit  Her teeth  And hold her breath As she lets Me continue Down  The sinew  That ticks  The pulse  That’s quickened As her head  Falls back Hair  Cascades  In waves I breathe deep...