I want my body to be boundless
Feminine, infinite
But I find the prospect disgusting
Sever me, limited
I want my form to flow freely
Flooded world, enter me
But every umbilical's tied off
Nothing leaks, out of me
There is life in seepage
Connection to a wondrous flow
But I fear I am more of the dry dirt above
Than the warm wet potential that slumbers below
I am soft and lovely
I was born blessed by the mother divine|
But I've been raised as a machine
And I want my stomach to touch my spine
The spring it is free, it is lovely
Joyous life, mother blessed
The sterile desert is clean
Reject my, otherness
I want my body to spread outward
Flowing from my pumping heart
But every orifice is sewn up
Excise every tender part, doomed to isolation from the start