I was wrapped in black <br />fur and white fur and <br />you undid me and then <br />you placed me in gold light <br />and then you crowned me, <br />while snow fell outside <br />the door in diagonal darts. <br />While a ten-inch snow <br />came down like stars <br />in small calcium fragments, <br />we were in our own bodies <br />(that room that will bury us) <br />and you were in my body <br />(that room that will outlive us) <br />and at first I rubbed your <br />feet dry with a towel <br />because I was your slave <br />and then you called me princess. <br />Princess! <br /> <br />Oh then <br />I stood up in my gold skin <br />and I beat down the psalms <br />and I beat down the clothes <br />and you undid the bridle <br />and you undid the reins <br />and I undid the buttons, <br />the bones, the confusions, <br />the New England postcards, <br />the January ten o'clock night, <br />and we rose up like wheat, <br />acre after acre of gold, <br />and we harvested, <br />we harvested. <br /> <br /> <br />Anonymous submission.<br /><br />Anne Sexton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/us-87/
