limbo
women love when we exist in between
lips tongue
clothes skin
knee thigh
trapped between a rock and a hard hard sweetness
we cannot shove
- nor lick -
our way free
it is this place
that has caused
the fall of rome
the shattering of bable
the slaughtering of the trojans
in this perpetual gin
- pulled by the strapping horses of the sun -
we find our clothes rent
our purses emptied
our hearts torn asunder
no matter how great our pain
we are loathe to yell “ho!” to the brakeman
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