Dust off old books. Whisper alchemy into pages. Add water
and wait for a woman to sprout. Call her by names you carve
into marble statues but not bodies. Hang goddesses from your
lips. Let a poem bubble from your lust. Open her legs and plant
a garden of hands and tongues. Write sonnets about her tulip
pout. Watch her mouth for signs of erasure and palimpsest.
Gird your loins at the thought of her silent pucker. Tell her she
is a petal pollinated by verse. Wait for swelling. Watch her roots
for signs of rupture. A cracked infinite. Watch for an earth split
into rubble. A soil unripe for flowers.
– Written by Alyssa Matuchniak, Guest and featured writer for Girl Poems, set to release late Spring
Find more of her writing here: http://thehauntedbyhumans.tumblr.com