I was dazed
twenty-five-three-hundred-sixty days.
Nights itching, wishing,
to be a door.
Ed, I needed love,
but wanted release —
naturally —
when I least expected...

FINALLY!
I can't articulate how,
but I know why.
I let my body take over
and then I cried,
my bliss all over the pillow.
Everything I had resisted,
Gone with *******!
Yet the trust lingered.
A blur in the dissipating bliss...
but at least a blur!

I am proud.
The shadow of men thinking I'm crazy.
I am still proud.
I will shout loudly off empty rooftops for no one to hear,
that I am PROUD of my ****.
My breast swells deep with enormous pride —
I am free. I am free!
Giving up  knowing what feeling means.
My **** clearly know better.
She is my teacher.