I can never be walking porn
Not when I run or dance or play.
Not when I bow or tiptoe or pray.
Not if I bat inviting eyes
or high-kick a lacy straddle in some back room
Not if I slouch under miskempt hair
Or veil my locks in fervent prayer.
No matter how sequined the sashay
Or how droopy the lacy chassé
Not in front of a lens
under lights or air or men.
Not if I’m bent or crooked or straight
Not if I strip or traipse on a stage
Not if I amble or plod or strut
Not if I moan or wail or sigh
Not if I march or yell or cry
Not from behind or above or the side.
No matter the bounce or the curve or the light.
A breathing, growing silence, who; is: somEoNe.
PC: j.e. mcgowan photo here