Digital self portrait on silk

Double take of moon and stars, no cross or athane here
Just some slick gloves, a series of tools and lubrication
She is as gentle as a priestess laying gifts upon an altar

It hurts like hell.  I squirm and moan, things recede as my womb
Objects and recoils.Such cruel kindnesses and care

Makes me think of the love held fast in there.


About Veronica Aldous

Writer and artist, Veronica is a lecturer is Fine Art and Creative Writing. Her first book of poems, 'Moon Cinema' is now available on Lulu.com. Now there is also 'Mortal' her second book.
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One Response to Rituals

  1. Bart Wolffe says:

    It takes a knowing woman to write such a poem.Special.Very.


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