Woman to Man
Lightning hits the roof, shoves the knife, darkness, deep in the walls. They bleed light all over us and your face, the fan, folds up, so I won’t see how afraid to be with me you are. We don’t mix, even in bed, where we keep ending up. There’s no need to hide it: you’re snow, I’m coal, I’ve got the scars to prove it. But open your mouth, I’ll give you a taste of black you won’t forget. For a while, I’ll let it make you strong, make your heart lion, then I’ll take it back.
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Source: Poetry Foundation from Cruelty (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 1973)
Copyright Credit: Ai, “Woman to Man” from Cruelty (New York: Houghton Mifflin Company, 1973).
Haven’t read her work in awhile. Thanks, Only Poems!
Wonderfully whittled!