somewhere

i remember now, i was thinking of vaginas
and how they seem secretive;
about how even though they are ours
we don't really know them, understand them.

they are not like blood that you can let out and examine
with microscopes and separate into components.
they are inside and you must go in search of them.

it is not a pretty thing, a vagina.
it has its own self-conscious scent
it hides behind hair and folds and red damp
strong and yet vulnerable to acceptance
a vagina can never really say no the way a penis can
and it knows a lot about pain.

you can get to know a penis,
but a vagina keeps its mysteries.

what else?
i've forgotten.