I made love last night
to my pillow.
Rubbing my genitals
releasing a waterfall onto my sheets.
I thought of
Sylvia Plath
on top of me,
showing me the tricks to the trade.
I imagined Poe & Gandhi
had been lovers.
How sexy it was to see pain in bed with love &
watching
the two fondle each other in awe.
In life I am a stone woman,
standing without an erection.
At night, anything is possible,
as I thrive in fantasies of being a hermaphrodite,
bringing pleasure to all.