Audre Lorde Variation: “What My Child Learns of the Sea”
What I learned of the sea
of a woman’s body,
of the folded interest,
It is slender and erect
as the only sound I offer:
I, I, I.
What my lover learned of the sea
is the wind moving over her like an ocean,
the steadiness of water hung over the sand,
and each grain
a particle, only, of beauty.
What anger in my voice
made me reject the gull’s eye in your eye
unleash the dry waters at our feet
fold sand into my heart
lash our waters with each pebble
and say it is the wind.