your vagina

by Jason Alan

your vagina is a paradox

craving meat; ejecting blood;

vomiting lies.

a socket of tiny peaks and valleys

a carnivorous flower

there is a beautiful monster

betwixt your thighs.

your vagina is a paradise

twisted into a circus

claiming the hearts, the substance of men

with murder as its purpose.

your vagina is at one moment

lovely and fragrant;

then at the very next

as pungent as a vagrant.

your vagina is a liar

but it tells the truth

as it grips my member;

hot as fire in the moment

but soon after

it is colder than December.