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Book Review for Look at Her:

Subterranean Blue Poetry

Volume IV Issue VIII





The Ruby Between My Thighs

by Vanessa Shields


I want to tell you I’m a mother
And you not look at me like I’m a child
With dirty innocence on my skin stretch-marked bleeding
The love of this planet spinning on the tip of my tired nipple
You suck too hard too often too much
I need to replenish
I need to sleep
To wash you off my lips
Scrub your seed from my cheek
Laugh in your ear and scratch your back your DNA is Under my nails

I want to tell you I’m a mother
And you bow down
Grow your beard and fill your wine jugs pour and caress
My weary feet with your hairy chin
Cook me a meal that makes you a slave then clean it all up
Then make me a coffee

I want to tell you I’m a mother
And you get up on a chair and clap slap your palms raw
Over and over and over
Never stop screaming my praise yell till your vocal chords tear and
Your tongue turns purple push out a baby with the sheer
Will of your being

I want to tell you I’m a mother
And you respect me for being the whore
Who keeps humanity glimmering dripping from
The ruby between my thigh




In The Shower

by Vanessa Shields


Your skin smells like French fries and pasta
I hold your scent in my nose
Make a restaurant of you in my mouth
Remind myself that all this skin and scent
Is mine to love to inhale to hold
Beyond death do us part

There are pieces that don’t align
Ribs that won’t rub as I embrace you
The shapes of us growing sagging shifting
With life and age and time
But it doesn’t matter

There are no borders between our souls
There is no war between our heartbeats
We wash each other before we make love
Laugh at the sound of the water squishing
Splashing between us


Your skin smells like French fries and pasta
Even after




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