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Mother Nature, My explosive lover !

Mother Nature

Beautiful you are

You smile and I waver

You kiss and I quiver

Aroused by your touch

Fed by your smooch

Melting my heart

Twisting my feelings

Swinging my being

With your seduction

Warm in the embrace

Of your blazing love

Your magical fingers

The waves conjures

Your tsunamic orgasm

Blows high and mighty

Many cry and scream

As you explode in cum

Your volcanic temper

Leaves me high and dry

In the grip of your love

I gasp for breath

How long shall I drown

In your magical prowess

Making love drenched

Like there is no tomorrow

Oh your anger

I cannot bear

You huff and puff

And the roof goes off

You blow hot and cold

And up it all goes in flames

You bat your seismic eyelashes

And everywhere floods

You shake your bounty

And the earth quakes

With your waves

The wind bows

You move a disc

And everything falls

Licking at your walls

Is it vanity that gives you airs

To sail on howling hairs

Do you seek attention

Or is it my provocation

That gets you in a hoot

For I am guilty too

Bombs I blow

Tear gas I howl

Carbonized air I emit

To get you to submit

Blame it on my human nature

To plough, prod and tear apart

But you my love

I thought are above

My human frailties

In all your subtleties

Lovesick I worship

At your holy shrine

In awe of your majesty

I marvel at your beauty

But now you come wheezing

With many screaming

Sorrows, tears and blood

You leave flowing

In the wake of your howling

Do you in sadistic pleasure gloat

Seeing the disaster you float

Or are these disasters

A harrowing cry for help

Do you cower in the dark

Hoping for a hug

You I cannot but bug

Amidst the floating bodies

Do you hear the screams

Of your helpless victims

Children, old and young

Barely hanging on

Do you flinch?

As they cling?

I preach acceptance

My wish is tolerance

I accept diversity

As life's necesity

But how long shall I bear

The brunt of your anger

Or is it just who you are

Oh mother nature, my love

With your tears you let me know

You are neither a God nor a Goddess

But like me, just a mere creation

You and I are not perfect

My human caprice we will capture

Your wild nature we will nurture

I tame mine, we tame yours

You and I babe

Can be together

A lifetime longer.

Yemisi Ilesanmi

By Yemisi Ilesanmi 14 March, 2011

Biographical Note

Yemisi Ilesanmi is a trade union/human rights activist. She has a Masters of Law (LLM) on Gender, Sexuality and Human Rights from Keele University, Stadffordshire, UK and a Law degree(LLB) from Obafemi Awolowo University ile -Ife, Nigeria. She works with the Nigeria Labour Congress . She has served on many national and International labour/ human rights committees including as Vice president of the International Trade Union Confederation (ITUC) 2006-2009 and President of the ITUC Youth committee (2004-2009) 

Yemisi Ilesanmi is a passionate human rights activist, bisexual, atheist and an unpublished poet and budding writer. She is interested in and often make public presentations on gender issues, sexuality rights, workers rights, youth representation and environmental protection. She is committed to a world of peace where justice reigns supreme.

Text originally published as a Note on Facebook, republished here with permission.

Postscript, a bi poem by Chrsitine Baynes

Postscript,

To my foster sister. My gemini

Happy parade day

What’s that u write in your letter now…? I mean the four cryptic lines in response to my 500 pages

the topic: our thrilling discussion of sexuality

It’s like communicating with an ancient dragon

If I am completely pure you will not be able to devour me

No idea what you are talking about, though I like the sound of the strange words

Yet I never could possibly accept them, they’re outrageous!

We…them…US? Are you crazy?

(then again when are you ever not crazy)

No idea where you’re going with this

Talk to the hand

            I mouth your words out loud in your voice

            Like a little poltergeist in the pink ribbons my mother has put me in

            Then roll my eyes, smack my lips

            Laugh heartily (but not too loudly) and giggle a little bit and stamp my foot

You (ms bad-mannered low-class bouncer type, sleeps with anything, grungy grungy girl, smells bad too, ew--)

and I--

Principled. Educated. Honest. Okay, a little nerdy, in a space cadet sort of way--

 have Nothing in Common 

(You. the Evil. Brainwasher.). Me the flouncy girly girl with the pageboy hair,

always did have the better neckline,

beautiful like a greek goddess

you were always way too tall your arms strong, wiry 

your coffee eyes how they would probe so deep inside me

hypnotic making me tell all my deepest darkest secrets accidentally

We should look for boys, you said one day all non-chalant, yet excitedly

Pretending to blush but looking right through me

How rather sneaky you are

Flashing eyes like Satan in feline female form

Watching like the Cheshire cat for my response

Like we were about to discover a new country

But why? And, So soon? I replied as if on cue

feeling terribly betrayed looking back at you sadly quizzically suddenly lost

was I too boring

I could read less books!

Try to be more of a n action figure like you for once

And after that I instantly forgot all the magical tomgirl memories

Pushed them down down down

Someplace where no one would ever find them

It was easier somehow just to stuff them, to try to forget

(even if it made me sick)

As one day you just left, taking the better part of me with you

And by the way I’m just FINE, thanks for asking,

 Perfectly normal, right as rain

 It’s still a load of non-sense whatever you were saying

You don’t define me, so there

You’re such a pain, always trying to tell me who I am

It’s just a little postpartum aversion to hetero men

Not that someone as wacko as you would ever understand 

I’m sure it will go away any minute now

(Yet it’s pretty serious this time even I have to admit)

Went to our little local multi-colored parade today

It was nice—considering--

You don’t exactly invite us to Your Shiny translucent Castro Neighborhood

Which you think You Just Own (as usual)…

Hope mom and dad don’t

See me and baby on television in rainbow gear

cuz they are gonna freak, huh?

I wish u were here to take the heat

Not to mention the sunburn                                                           

Standing next to a drunk Native American

In the broad daylight

Who doesn’t know what he is doing there either

Chatting me up

He was kinda cute though

Maybe he was just happy

Maybe he had two spirits

(Like somebody I knew)

           

            …the baby who I refused to gender before birth

(whose shower, yes, you missed)

I just couldn’t

In the ultrasound he looked

So much like you, long ago

anyway never mind about the argument,

what was it about again? can’t quite remember

I do hope it was important though

well, don’t forget how much we miss you

Your little sister & perpetual student

~Lesbian until graduation

 (ps Indian Spirit is still better, any fool like u can ride a Harley)

 Paper. Rock. Scissors.

p.s.p.s. of course I didn’t send it! She’s so damn stoopid (aka that’s how SHE’d spell it) & she never could read fast like I could, she just faked it to impress, the little witch!

Christine Baynes