An old friend video-called me yesterday
we spoke about rawness and poverty
how can a woman bleed safely
when she has no money for comfort between her legs?
We spoke about our yonis
those magical doorways into pleasure
and out into beinghood
and we women all have one
so what can be more equal than that?
What if I could not bleed in safety?
Or in peace?
What if I had shame, fear, resentment, horror
mixed up with
all the rest of what it means to bleed?
Later, a call came about
ovulating
the raging energy
the power of the moment
turned inwards
and outwards
Why is this still on our minds?
Haven’t we evolved to know?
A yoni,
so small and so seemingly under control
is a raging,
sensuous,
delighting,
destructive,
creative,
explosive deity
and I have one between my legs
Nwyfre 