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Sistas at War

by

Bonita Lee

falling
tears for comrades
sisters carrying arms
skins bronzed in shades of green and black
holding guns instead of
rocking babies
asleep

sisters
prisoners of war
or missing in action
sand swept away from the front lines
now they are poster girls
for casualties
of war

Leading To

by

Bonita Lee

been a long time
since we've touched
each
other.
knowing
the touching
would led to
kissing,
which would lead to
foundling,
which would lead to
you
unzipping,
unsnapping,
unleashing,
my passion.

Journey - Part I

by

Bonita Lee

they came
stole her away.
like thieves in the darkness
she was swept away from her home
only her sandal marked
the start of her journey.

the dust
collected chains
was her last link to home
while dungeon smells welcomed her through
the door of
No Return.

Rain Storm

by

Bonita Lee

standing
in the middle
of a rain storm, hailing
haphazardly on exposed flesh.
i feel the sting of your
lash, loving all
of me.

When Will I Stop?

by

Bonita Lee

when will
i stop moaning
your name in the middle
of the nite, while drowning in my
own feverish, moist cum.
when i stop
moaning?

Road to Bagdag

by

Bonita Lee

another generation of young americans
marching down uncertain paths

their first trip since that futile search for freedom
in vietnam,
as they backpack through humid and darkened
green jungles,
now replaced by sinking cold sand filled nights.

young military bands on tour
playing notes handed to them from their
commander-in-chief,
safely hidden behind white walls,
away from the roaring blast of distance drums.

following each note carefully
not to fall victim to hidden land mines
and end up being a name on another granite wall

Bruce G. Greene - 17 feb. 1970

they keep stepping forward
as they are forced to march
to the tune of a different drummer.