Revision of poem formerly Dyed Hard - Packet 1 - VCMFA

There, I Said It

Flat on my back, arms
over my head,
numb to needles in leg,
aroused

at first, a memory of not
needing to fuck myself,

as
I could have you having me
anytime at all.

The first
fuck.
back against
portable fridge,
small in sense of my

five-one petite,
in flats --

skittish
at saying the word,
skittier over doing it,

horny enough
to wake you,

snatch

your angry voice
like the mythical
cat that inhales a sleeper's
soul before you gasp.

Melody Berning January 2006