Tigerella Warrior
he loves a stripey woman:
criss-cross pinkness
ridged in parts,
running riptide on the skin of
a sinner full of scars
she loves a man of god who
kisses ribbons telling tales,
in faded brutal pale, of
a history containing all the
counting of the blessings by the strip
he traces the beginning mark:
a scar that’s warm and wet but
yet that no one else can see just
where a child born back to front
eased her way into the world
tigerella shows her book of life
where pages turn like leaves of gold
and winning, always winning
in a history of warfare and
hostility and birth
kitchen knife and cannula
razoring a labour
gave a tigerella warrior
a skin of storied scars
and he kisses every one
Barbi Touron
Sat 18th Feb 2012 02:54
Ooo, i just read the tomato part, wonderfully, Delicious!