By: Maya Angelou
You Welcoming Bluebeards to our darkening closets,
Stranglers to our outstretched necks,
Stranglers, who neither care nor
care to know that
DEATH IS INTERNAL.
Savoring sweet the teeth lies,
Bellying the grounds before alien gods,
Gods, who neither know nor
wish to know that
HELL IS INTERNAL
Rubbing the nakedness with gloved hands,
Inverting our mouths in tongues kisses,
kisses that neither touch nor care to touch if…
LOVE IS INTERNAL.