The Merchant


(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


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

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