I tell my toes to let go
of the circles they drew in sand
across several beaches
and the soles to remember
the sinking as the waves
withdrew their love
I tell my legs to let go
all memories of the difficult walks
the calves to remember
the fatigues of love
and the thighs the longing
to relax and spread
without fear or shame
I tell the vagina
to let go of the cliches
and know its name
to remember the pleasures
and the pain
and own the mystery
of the feminine mytsique
I tell the belly
to let go of the hungers
of the body and soul
and remember the stretch marks
are medals of honour
from time and sometimes motherhood
very few in the world have the privilge
of being home to another
I tell the breasts
to let go of fears, of stares
and remember only the caresses
of a lover's gaze
or that fuzzy feeling
of being a woman, whenever
someone seeks your warmth and comfort
I tell the heart
to let go the beating
when life gets too much
and remember those that fight all life
also have a right to fall
to go quiet in their invisibility
and not complain at all
I tell the lips
to let go of words, mere words
and instead remember to have a voice
that will say each word
as the heart prompts
and whenever say LOVE mean it
I tell the eyes to let go
dust and roughness of time
and wash yourself regularly
with your secret saline waterfalls
to see the smiles in other eyes
and to close the lids
self-hypnotize
I tell the mind
(if its still there)
to let go of control
and listen to these individuals
that give it the throne
and remember that the soul must go
onward to never return.
