Looming

My face’s blackness is filled with power and urging.? Red rimmed eyes see maidens yet to know my lust;
mothers heavy with my lust and fertile seed.
Horns of power, horns of procreation.
Commanding you to come to me.


Blackness for willpower and domination.
Wild dull strands of hair obscure my face –
My mask, my past.


White teeth clack and sing:
clack out a pulsating, intimate dance.
Sing of my prowess and fertility.


Do you want me? I want you.

Patricia P. Miller

Image of Mask
        Gule Wamkulu mask, Chewa, Malawi. Photo by
        Pearl Yee Wong, MSU Museum Collections.







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