Reclaim the Hareem
Dance as if he’s not watching
Dance as if dance were your testament to an undying truth
Dance as if dance were your throne and you’d found her finally under dust and rubble and she was still gilded with passion of craftsfemmes that prayed your dance
Dance as if dance gave orders to disarm every division of lies and suffering that came before you danced your dance
Dance as if dance were martial law
Dance as if dance single wombedly birthed a race of peace givers
Dance as if dance suckled triumph
Dance as if dance grew food
Dance
Fuck as if he’s not watching
Fuck as if you are golden
Fuck as if Sun never bore his name
Fuck with your sisters under that golden Sun
Fuck for pleasure
Fuck for power
Fuck as if no one can take you away
Fuck
Touch as if he’s not watching
Touch as if touch wrote scripture
Touch as if touch powered history
Touch as if touch made fate
Touch as if touch fertilised destiny
Touch as if touch arranged constellations to enact your will
Touch yourself mysteriously
Touch yourself to relieve aching
Touch yourself to relive waking
Touch yourself as you would touch tulip petal opening to grace of Spring
Touch yourself as hedgehog burrows under dank leaves
Touch yourself as snow covers ruins making them whole again
Touch yourself as riot demands justice while towers burn
Touch yourself, lift supple body above waters surface so nipples graze ripples from beating heart touching lungs touching ribs touching wings that gently raise her up
Touch yourself every living day
Touch yourself until you die
Touch yourself with every ancestral evolution
Touch yourself as your own disciple remembers discipline as process of touching what you want
Touch
Adorn your body as if he’s not watching
Adorn your body with your sisters’ songs breathing
Adorn your body with stories woven from finest memory
Adorn your body with kisses gathered from each valley you blessed with seasons
Adorn your body with flags on every peak to signify your absolute dominion
Adorn your body with treasure map made by pirates loyal only to your cunt
Adorn your body as a lantern of cunt light shining your way home
Adorn
Eat as if he’s not watching
Eat more than food
Eat drama served when gut instincts turn sour
Eat berries that hang from haunted yews
Spit seeds out
Eat poison to dissolve lies with which he buttressed your ancient power
Spit seeds out
Eat compost
Eat civilisation after you moan opera keening agonising excretions
Eat
Drink as if he’s not watching
Drink as if you were drowning in an ocean of injustice and each gulp parted seas and set your people free
Drink as if there is more to drink than just drowning
Drink as if each sip were salvation of your bloodlines
Drink as if each drop were infused with your innate majesty
Drink as if kiss of lips were alchemizing
Drink
Rise to attention as if he’s not watching
Listen to birdsong as if he’s not watching
Plant your garden as if he’s not watching
Grind your medicines as if he’s not watching
Tend your wounds as if he’s not watching
Praise sisters as if he’s not watching
Weave chambers of rest as if he’s not watching
Build your tribe as if he’s not watching
Behold your creation as if he’s not watching
Nurture your children as if he’s not watching and waiting to pick them off for his wars
Grow old in peace as if he’s not watching
Name your legacies as if he’s not watching
Reclaim the Hareem.