Gentle Reader, today’s featured poet is Audre Lorde*, in our continuing celebration of queer poetry for Pride Month 2014.Speak earth and bless me with what is richest
make sky flow honey out of my hips
spread over a valley
carved out by the mouth of rain.
And I knew when I entered her I was
high wind in her forests hollow
fingers whispering sound
from the split cup
impaled on a lance of tongues
on the tips of her breasts on her navel
and my breath
howling into her entrances
through lungs of pain.
Greedy as herring-gulls
or a child
I swing out over the earth
over and over
Audre Lorde described herself as “black, lesbian, mother, warrior, poet,” and was a celebrated activist for the bulk of her life. She never stopped fighting for her own rights and for others, and I am entirely certain that I cannot do her justice. Go. Look her up. She’s an amazing woman.