WOMAN FRUIT

Woman fruit
Your pretty hennaed feet
Dangle from a Fig Tree,
After the ransacking 
Of the bud of your womb.
The war of sexuality
The sexuality of war
No one talks about
But is worth bearing in mind.
Fruit Woman
Red flower
Appeared one morning
Hanging from the Banyan Tree
Woman fruit
Red flower
Immortal as the Fig Tree

@PZG

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