Sprouting As A Phoenix By Em

does no less than denude its object of the one thing which he has which is of value, and so it degrades him effectively.'

subjectify me?
where?

it is only through our
communion
that you make me a
subject

when you go away again
you may think
that i have become a stone

you are wrong
you have already subjectified me as a
bird with eight wings

did you not see it in the navel of my body?
did you not smell it on the scent of my armpits?
when you were inside me did you not feel that i am someone so different
than before
when you only caressed my hair and kissed my neck
and licked my butt?
lover, do not underestimate my being
for i am being and you are being
in fact
i am more free than what you are
to your pebbles i am the river
to your twigs i am the leaves
to your clouds i am now the winds of chances
i now own the world
inside my mouth
and my tongue knows how to play your games
i am now a goddess transformed by your love
from the mud that i used to be
it is enough then
as you leave to your world where your heart belongs
i have already sprouted as a
Phoenix.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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