dedicated to all women     


WOMAN’S SONG
Chonyi Taylor
Revised 2009

This place is seeping slowly in my nostrils.
vibrations stirring, creeping in my ears,
infusing every pore. This is the dreaming
of inner space becoming known and near.

Its changing lights are swirling from my eyes,
each breeze the movement of my living breath.
I turn the earth with every pulse, secrete the moon.
I am the mother of each birth and every death.

Every death is my death.
With every birth, I’m born.
The moon secretes my fluids.
The sun creates my form.
My vibrancy is dancing
and singing through each pore.
My flesh has lost its surface.
My mind has lost its core.