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Sanctify Jenn Thomas-Orr
I love how you sanctify my big body With your touch. Your desire tears their mocking to shreds.
Derisive voices Whispering, fingers pointing They think me deaf. They think you stupid. "He's so gorgeous She's so old so fat so ugly so worthless So not like us." "What does he see in that thing That cow that pig that dog?" You don't even hear them. I hear Every Damnable Word Thrown like a javelin Stabbing me In the heart.
And I lean back in my wheelchair Looking up into your face As you push And I say "I want to go home Inside Take me home." And you say "Why? I can't hear them They don't matter."
So I know That you hear them But you just Refuse to listen And I want You to teach me How to do that. Please?
I want To go home Inside Hide in a cave Safe from the looks The sly laughs The pointing fingers The gasps of shock The smirks and gaping maws.
I want to hide. And you won't allow it. You tell me "Why are you ashamed You have nothing To be ashamed of."
And we walkroll on.
Later when we go home On the couch we curl Up around each other You catlike Small, almost frail Me big, soft You cushion your head On my immense breasts And sigh Contented.
And you murmur to me Tell me all of the things You want to do with me To me How you want to touch My body My big soft round body. There is no shame. Just now I am oh, so beautiful. Glowing Vibrant Hot and wild.
You stand Give me your arm Hand me a cane And we staggerwalk To the bedroom Where Your touch Sanctifies my big body And Your desire Tears their mocking To shreds.
For Isaac, who sanctifies me in all ways
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