Inspired by: Harmony Hammond’s What Have You Done With Our Desire 1997 and Monique Wittig’s “Paradigm”
What Have You Done with Our Desire?
Naomi Tercero
You hold me down with hefty hands
my head in the pillows, to keep me comfortable, I suppose.
Hot and thick saliva left to dry on my stomach and neck.
I let it dry.
In less than a second your rough
fingers undo the perfect bow
it took me an hour to tie.
I tied it carefully, wrapping the satin around itself for your enjoyment.
Softer lace rested against my body, is torn through and ruined.
You eat through me leaving nothing
recognizable behind as evidence.
It is your birthright.
I am meant to fulfill you according to them.
You are meant to fulfill me.
Contorted and
maneuvered,
I become your plaything.
How I am to satisfy you?
Up against the wall with your support at my back
I want to melt into the wallpaper,
take my place among pretty flowers.
How long will you stand there looking at me with unfocused eyes and an unhinged jaw?
Trapped here,
I might as well let myself enjoy it the way I am supposed to.
What have you done with my desire?
I am told I haven’t let him close enough.
Shamed for my want of her skin and her touch against my thigh.
I will be free one day.