My Mother

My Mother's Mother

She is my mother's mother

Thick

Prancing around, she used to tower over me

Tall

Lying in bed in her bed now I bend over her

Flat on her back she looks fat

She laughs

her long hair wraps round her neck in a sweaty bunch

She weeps

She is tiny, very thin

Blended with the pillow, blanket, the pallet, she is an attraction from hell

Am a grown woman, her daughter’s daughter,

Shy,

But a kind of a seen-it-all

I sit at the foot of her bed,

Her foot, I grab

Her toes, I lick kiss caress

She sigh….s: aaai

I let my hands on the cushion-soft of her thighs,

Bitch, you’re beautiful

I get my hands to her hips

She sigh…s: aaai

I want you to say aaa….hh, grandma

Now she is looking up to size me up

I smile at her

Then

I lower on to her other face

She lifts her leg to rest it on my shoulder

Extends a hand to cup my breast

I want you grandma

I follow the frown on her face as I trace

In her vulva

The swallowing heat of comprehension

Teasing her delicious mouth

I draw back

Those tits of yours, grand ma, sucked-on fresh pomegranates

-silky little sacks with a bead weighing them down

Remember the time you poured

The bottle

Of milk

On me?

When I looked startled you looked startled

You laughed your shrill, piercing laugh,

You kissed my milky lips, mother entered, I stopped

I love your neck,

When you turn towards light,

When shadowy light titers

On your chest, dragging the eye to the slit of your breast,

I want you grandma

I love your other neck,

When I press

To stress

On my fingers’ findings

I love your knees, to sit and rock

Damn you grandma

Don’t let mother out of your womb, don’t let grand Pa in

I beg you grandma

No lights in this room,

No candles

Only the pale rays of the rising-setting sun

There aren’t any white veils fading

Behind casements

Mother’s maid’s ‘re not spying on us

On the ways of the inner house, I am smart

My way, I know in and out

You know your way in and out

You lift your other leg too to my shoulder,

You face the wall at your side

You lower your legs round my waist,

You tense,

You flex,

You fold

Suddenly pull on my hair, pull hard, you drop

I hold your legs gently

Gently I roll you over,

I put my teeth on those fat rumps

You let me

I suck on the sore spot, I coo

That’s what you most like,

When they take you to wash you to put you in that tomb

You are bruised all over,

Some, the hikkies I

gave you

Beside each bruise

You’re a woman of many colors,

All over your body,

You wear a see-through night gown

To show it all

You don’t care for his panting, his pumping, you love my love

I am only hands, fingers, lips, mouth

The all familiar soft soft cheeks

I cum when you cum

You drop your arm round my neck, you say you want to sit up, I say let’s not right now, you say That’s easier if I want to find the spot, I say, oh, grandma,

I want to fuck you so bitterly

Till your eyes

Are full of tears

Of orange

Blossoms,

I feed you my hand

Finger by finger bunched into one

What else could a daughter’s daughter

Give more then a serene, spasmodic orgasm

I am all yours grandma

You look sideways at mother,

She is the walking memory

Of a night fucked up

At me you look smooth sleek

I am her daughter

Yours but not yours,

She doesn’t like me, I don’t like her, she likes a fatherly touch

You taught me things, things I never knew

When I was to meet the husband the first night

You told me of my teeth which I’d try

On him if he ever tried to try my mouth

You liked him, didn’t you? I always knew

Why else would you imagine him

from all the angles,

You like me too, grandma, that I always knew

You told me I’d be your girl when I bleed

I’ve been bleeding for years

I am bleeding now

You say: aaa….i

You say: aaa….hhh

You say: ooo…fff

I know

Your eyes in the chamber

ears-dropped

The new maid in his bed

He gave away way too much

Guys do not have the head

To keep a household taut

You sent for the girl the next day

Had the servant slice her cunt

Well, Who Am I to Say to Do What

A window banged open

A door opened bang

Curtains Khashshsh to the ground

Ears

dropped

Eyes

dropped

He dropped lots,

Lots he dropped

You remained quiet,

Vicious, were you?

You were fine, on your bed, all the while,

Strings remained in your hands to pull

You pulled

They pulled

These MotherFathers are a curious bunch, grandma

Know the path to the spring,

We bend and drink,

They

Pump, and they pump, and they pump, oh, grandma

Confined to your bed you enjoyed

Uncles,

and the wives

To me you said

There was a jewel inside

Told me to spread your legs

Look for it hard

Still I like to do the looking

The looking I do I do the licking

That’s how we are

We use on the men folk heaps of words,

Among us we talk a non-talk,

We’re shaashaashaashaa

We’re sooss

Noch noch noch

We are VaVeila

واویلا وا

لالالالا

گلم بودی

تسلای دلم بودی

لالالالا گل زیره

چرا خوابت نمی گیره

لالا

لالا لالالالا لالالا

I dig the damn lullaby I sing it if I must I wake you up

With a touch, a pinch, a kiss, a pull of the hair, a bite on the neck

You sit up

I teas your tears

I teach you things

I love you bitch

I am all yours grandma