By d. Nada
Date: 16 September 1999

Sexual Passivity in the Human Female

Although you can't see it your touch is sending a wind
Through me, turning me into a grass land as I
sit in a cave at one end. It's dark
Your tribe is in a cave at the other, sacrificing.

You wish I was as a tumultous sea, heaving and
tossing as your gale whips, an answer so loud
you can't hear the question, but tonight
You'll have to wait and pray for buffalo, for you

have made me the earth and the earth
lies dark and secretly as sacred smoke
weaves through every blade of grass, through
miles of honeycomb chambers, to the hall of quartz.

Somewhere there is a new bird you have
pushed through the egg, soft and trembling in a nest you'll never find,
because it belongs to me, and yes, that is my gratitude.

Those who pray never know if they've found favor,
if their secrets reached an ear, because God
always plays hard to get.