Woman speak

Man speaks and is a woman’s man
As  half of man ,in a half of woman.

The one who dances as  hot woman
In the cold mountain to sacred river.

The one who beats air in her palms,
The quintessential man in  woman.

Small mustache sprouts day’s cold.
Tongues beat palaces up and down.

Kitchen one grates  coconut white,
Letting incubation of  man in belly.

Man is woman, her body and mind.
He is woman in mind and his body.

Body is woman big with a stomach
Holding a mustache of ego in belly.

She is earth-pot holding his ashes
In quick river down cold mountain.


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