same cell


time don't move
like tina's hands can
it don't even try to move like i do
while
her pale brown lips pinched shut
squeeze out a
"bitch, i said don't move" whisper
that takes up my half of the bed
with her freshly filed fingers finding
space
in a prison hole
not big enough for 2
not big enough for 3
yet she manages to fit her penis envy
in
and she's got rhythm
like a man
'cept her two step last longer
cause she's not trying to cum
she trying to run
me
trying to find power in pussy
that belongs to neither of us
any more
but she continues to search for
days on a calendar she scratched
inside of me
still hoping to reach my womb
by her hands
so she can get close to
her children without
glass in between
she trying to touch
her children
in me
not realizing that i left my eggs
at home too
i let her search tho
eventually she stumbles around my clit
and if i find the right angle
to look at tina thru
she starts to look like
one of them fine high yella boys that usta whistles my name
and i get quiet
and pretend that one of them is loving me
with old spice heavy on his neck
and malted lips that i take to the head
drownin out my moans
with silence
cause dyke still ain't dick
regardless how much i imagine it to be
i'm not a dyke
i just need sumone to hold on to
to remind me what the world feels like
i betcha
tina wasn't no dyke when she was free
she probably didn't even like the smell that fell
past her knees
when she bent over for a love
she'd end up shooting
and now she's looking in pussy for a past time
cause love fucked up her memory
and she calculates her children's ages by
the number of times
she seen their faces
one of them been 2 for too long
but tina still holds on
to baby pictures faded at the edges with push pin marks at the top
to remind her how many times she was up for parole
how many times she was packing her stuff to leave
how many times she ended up pushing pins
back in
to the walls
so
i let tina
search in me
cause we're in the same cell
made of the same plea bargains
that got denied before we tried
to explain to justice that we too we're blinded
we two are binded
trying not to be bound
in past tense
cause we're still young enough to remember what old is
thats why i
let her leave salt on my nipples as she tries and taste life again
let her find prayers on her knees
that stay between me
and her
we don't worry bout if god/or guards is listening
or watching
we got our eyes closed
grinding pussies
to the tune of time
hoping that if we rub them right
we'll get our wishes
or at least cum
closer to turning
moments into days.

© 2002 Aulelei Love.

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