Curvaceous, lissome boundaries
Fluid, flowing sense of self
Merging unconsciously
Into bed-rock conditioning.
Me-them, them-me:
Ceding, receding.
I am, no more theirs’
Than completely mine.
The constant tug-of-war
Of must with want
Coloured by the need to be.
Ivory tower
Half transformed
Into the stone dwellings
Of dwarfs.
Daughter, woman, person, Queer
Bubbling cauldron of witches’ brew.
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