Winter Thoughts

AfroPoets Famous Writers

I've reduced the sun
to the neat oblong of fire
in my living room

I've reduced the little
flesh tongues of the vagina
to the pimpled grate
and the reddening licking
flames

I've reduced the sea
to the throbbing fruit
in me

And outside
the old rose tree
is once again winterdying

While I lay here sprawled
thinking
how sex and death
are always at the heart
of living