nathanael.ink

i clasp
the curve of my back
i have watered and watered myself
only to hide what i have grown

disappear my sex into my soul
before god split man in two, we were whole

i have claimed myself o’er and o’er
i have burned my body up in truth

the rash of beauty along my body
was never owed to me
it betrays the sex of my soul

i clasp the curve of my back
to grow old & old and run out of time & strength
to keeping hiding and hidden
what has grown

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