• Endria Richardson

Variations of Audre Lorde revisted

What I learned of the sea

is a woman’s body,

is the folded interest.

It is the sorrow of the piling before it falls.

Slender and erect

as the only sound I offered:

I, I, I.

What my lover taught me of the sea

is the wind moving over her like an ocean,

the steadiness of water hung over the sand,

and the piling as it falls,

each particle

breaking into something beautiful.

What anger in my voice

made me first 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 sorrow,

and say it was the wind?

#sea #J #love #poem #audrelorde

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