Your slit so like mine: <br />the woman of it, <br />the warm womanwide of thigh, <br />& the comfort of it- <br />knowing your nipples like mine, <br />& the likeness of it, <br />watching the mirror make love, <br />& the lovematch; <br />the mirror of you <br />in me. <br /> <br />I have creamed my hands <br />in the cave; <br />I have known my mother. <br />Years to get past <br />the barrier reefs of words. <br />We were natural together <br />as two little girls in the bath. <br />We hoped to be women someday, <br />we hoped to grow up.<br /><br />Erica Jong<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-woman-of-it/
