(This poem was inspired by the music of Natalie Merchant as I have always felt deeply connected to her lyrics.)
The Merchant
~jummyjeenz D.T.
The Merchant
She sells her wares
Weary from all her travels
Barrels of sorrows
Filled to the cusp
Split open with
Bows and arrows
Poised and reflective
A voice like mine
Spoken through different lips
Her breast
Her hips like mine
And a heart with many rips
Thickened ventricles
Propel
Warm pulsating streams
Calcified pebble scars
Still inviting in her dreams
Splintering repeatedly
A tree
With thickened bark
Still can stand
Her words like fingers
Slipped between cracks
Then decompressing
Within my hand
jummyjeenz 