Male & female
he may have created them
but I don't
feel I am
either of them.
I am just
...being.
This being female
is like a suit of clothes
one wears
ill fitting...too tight
doesn't suit
the colour of my eyes
or how
I see with them.
Only your eyes
your ' Yes! '
and yes
your fingertips
in the dark
your mouth
upon my mouth
and I
blossom into woman
just for
that
eternal second
we become one
become
as
one
sexless through sex
& then
I'm back
to just
being
myself
again
sans all that
gender crap
just
the me
that happens
to be
woman...woman...woman.
Dee Wright
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gender-trap/
