Who Am I?

Who Am I?

*

I am the crack of a Spanish fan

the black echo of a castanet

and the shadow of a fringed shawl

I am the admiring glance

of a butch to a femme

and I am the femme’s sidelong glance

Yes…no….maybe…

*

I come from a place

where violins begin

when sidewalk accordions fold up

and spider monkeys are tucked in

for the night

It is a tierra baja place

under ground

under subway

under Mother’s sacred space

where cave dances

are born

*

I am…

the twist of a beribboned wrist

the cut of a French cuff

the pause before a tango

and the suspension after

*

I am the violet spectrum

a black satin pump

the spindle of a well-turned heel

I can take my femme to whatever ecstasy she desires

then turn around

and surrender to

her long lost moves

until I give her back

that tuxedoed moan

and get up and do it

again, again

otra vez, une fois de plus…

*

I come from a place

Woman-born

Uterine known

Where children come first

second

and third

I come from English ivy

whiter than white Celtic sighs

blacker than black African sheen

and I give tartan its hue

Boadica tosses me in her tresses

Vita & Violet are my progeny

And I roll in on every wave of labor

*

Who am I?

I am female consciousness

Older than old,

ever new

I am no ‘ism’

I am an ‘ity’

Synchronicity

Authenticity

Sacredity

Reality

So

Call me

‘Femality’

and

Call Me

© Nancy’s Truth