At A Reception
Now I am glad to be one whom people ignore:
none except we know that you have singled me out.
Shaking hands as if you had not kissed my eyes,
exchanging memories of touch, let go before
others can see you making me become
the most exciting woman in the room.
Uphold Me
And still my feelings sprout richest
in the furrow ploughed by my father:
caress me as a daughter
to gather a total harvest.
I accept you with every blemish,
as I did the man in my childhood,
as a measure of my own value;
be David to make me Bathsheba,
elaborate me with legends,
uphold me in the image
I formed of myself when I was
indomitable like grass
and passion lay fallow.
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