Types of Surrender

How can I be both bitter
And ripe?  My fruitfulness 
Should leave no room
For that bleak kind 
Of surrender.  Heat
Blooms, and 
Mouths, and 
Thighs; Blood 
And longs
And longs.
Sister, it's irresistible.

Tangled, ticking in the covers
An annoying body-clock
Urgent to disown
The quiet little deaths 
every twenty-eight days.
While fatalism may be barren,
It brings it's own cool comfort
Perhaps more fitting than 
the open womb, aflame
(As every romance novel 
Says is right and true).

Screw that.
Both types of surrender
Have been with me 
So long, and now in
Losing myself to one passion
I find I've left the other

(C)2002 & 2014 by Rosetti C.
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