black pearls on a string
when young lustrous
men dazzle yet frighten us
for many our first encounters a plundering
inspired by and a few lines taken from Simon de Beauvior’s Second Sex
black pearls on a string
when young lustrous
men dazzle yet frighten us
for many our first encounters a plundering
the thread broken
and we all fall to the ground
roll away from one another
the descent begins
echoes of childhood become faint
arrayed prepared we flutter
we become that door that goes on opening
within us the place where everything converges
that rupture with the past
unexpected brutal
sanctified and not sanctified
he stiffens like a bow discharges
feminine flesh prey no pray
for these repercussions will be felt
for the rest of our lives
dispersed among men
without recourse under siege
our body to be managed
a mystery to be conquered
a crest a song
where he surpasses himself
while we must remain enclosed
our body a situation filled with opportunity
