The Performer

The Performer

Audre Lorde

I write for those women who do not speak, for those who do not have a voice because they were so terrified, because we are taught to respect fear more than ourselves. We've been taught that silence would save us, but it won't.


Thursday, April 1, 2010


Welcome home
To a place that’s far from home
To a place that hearts peace
To a land where ‘secret’s the door
To a heart that eagerly awaited thee

Welcome home
To a simple touch of gold
To a smile that stays put
To a shoulder that leans forth
To embrace yours not at arms length
But where we want them to forever meet

Welcome home
To the warmth inside the clouds
That covers the core of my soul
To the distance closer to the heat unknown
To the illusions of women passionately kissing at the roof top
Their sounds of ecstasy uniting in every dipping
To the joy of love that’s building a nest skin deep

Welcome home
It’s your other home
It’s our loyal delight
It’s the internal memoir’s best!
The chuckle of twin lips into one
The tune to love making melodies
The twinning of chocolate covered olives
Immersed in brine…melting with longing
To have a licking ceremony…

Welcome home to ME!

K8, 2010

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