when unsaidness speaks

as a mother, 

who has been only a woman 

for a thousand consecutive years,

through lifetimes ongoing,

would say to her daughter 

becoming a woman herself,

don't allow any man

to masturbate inside you

and call that having sexual relations.

don't allow him to come

until you are weeping with joy,

until you are the fountain of engorgement,

until he awakens to the symphony

and is taken up into the humming along.

don't show him the map of your deep sky

until he sees how to look at the beyond.

if he has to learn the value of slipstream 

then know that he has a knack for that.

allow him to lead by how he follows,

how he becomes stable 

in your reach into the sky,

how he bends time 

into curvations for your needs,

how you add dimensions

that he has never seen before

that allows him to be transfixed in pleasure

and how your mother's words

do not fall on the deaf ears of yours,

but awaken to a destiny of permission

and to a watchfulness of carriage

that every man

in his right livelihood, 

should have come into awareness to employ.

soul secrets come from the heart.

and woman has the keynotes to preach.

man needs a choir-book open 

before they use their body to harmonize . . .