Small Child
Mtoto Mdogo
Petals and Leaves
Petali na Majani
Ribbons of Grass
Mautepe ya Nyasi
Bejewled Flower
Ua ya Vito
Drawing Figures
Kuchora Takwimu
Sketches, Sketches, Sketches
Michoro, Michoro, Michoro
My OCs as I've drawn them. They're a bit wonky. First time drawing faces in a while.
This is how it is with me:
so strong, I want to draw the egg
from your womb and nourish it in my own.
I want to mother your child made only
of us, of me, you: no borrowed seed
from any man. I want to re-fashion
the matrix of creation, make a human being
from the human love that passes between
our bodies. Sweetheart, this is how it is:
when you emerge from the bedroom
in a clean cotton shirt, sleeves pushed back
over forearms, scented with cologne
from an amber bottle—I want to open
my heart, the brightest aching slit
of my soul, receive your pearl.
I watch your hands, wait for the sign
that means you’ll touch me,
open me, fill me; wait for that moment
when your desire leaps inside me.
~ Deborah A. Miranda, Love Poem to a Butch Woman