What Could a Woman Need
There is a context where we are skin
You and I, like hearts washed by
The same blood, the same pulse
Where we meet in romantic frenzy
And erotic paradigm, naked to each other
In love with the same things
Passionate, mutually arousing
It’s a palace of appreciation and lust
It’s a red dress in the hot city
It’s me taking it off of you, neatly
Backless and ready to feel
The garment of hope in moisture
And the want of choosing a body
To belong with, to fill with our own
Goddamned need and lovely burying
Of flesh into skin and human into earth
With clay, kisses and night hours.
Wuji Seshat 