Mudlove Glue
She was born from a union
Broken and drowned and rushed.
Pushed through a baby gap of a young mistake.
What could have been a birth done on the white sheets of love
was soiled with the mud of feuding blood.
Her and She and He.
Remember her not as the misguided lesbian daughter.
For the past is meant to be left behind her as
she arches and marches forward searching for
Her mate and her master and her bait.
Her spirit is meant to be give to one and only one.
But her body tends to get lost in the muck.
Slugging through many
faces and pleasure and feelings.
Her mud is the glue that connects their hearts
to others when she is done breaking it.