The silence within and without
There is silence enveloping me
But my silence has been shattered –
I hear voices within.
A woman’s voice –
My woman’s voice is crying
I hear her now as her cries
Tear my body apart.
Look at me, look at me
With your man’s eyes
Devour my silence
With your man’s voice
Fill my silence
With your masculine melody.
Reach into my dark sensuality
With your manly touch
Awaken my sexuality with yours –
Your skin against mine.
Play on in the song of your need
I’ll sing any song you want me to
Yet play the tune I want to hear.
Give me, give me the script
I’ll become any woman you want
Under the guidance of your hands.
Even as you see me
I’ll transform into another
And as we dance together
We’ll discover each other.
Reach, reach as deep as you can
My depths are without end
My mystery beyond all curiosity.
Embrace my body
Racked with this fever
Sooth my feverish passion
With your cool mastery.
Dry my tears with your heat
Silence that voice forever
Fill my need with yours –
And watch fascinated
As this girl becomes a woman.
Vanita Shukla Hork, 1987
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