She was not a slender woman,
but her skin was milk
mixed in with strawberry jam
& between her legs the word purple was born
& her hair was the color of wheat & yellow butter.
Her eyes were dark as the North Atlantic sea.
She learned the untranslatable words of dawn.
She studied her own fear & wrote its verses.
She used the hole in her heart to play wind-music.
She built her book-houses over her empty cellar.
She nursed on the muse at first,
then became her own mother.
Self-portrait
Erica Jong
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Poem topics: dark, fear, hair, heart, mother, music, purple, sea, wind, woman, play, milk, skin, book, color, yellow, dawn, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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