Who Are U?

I am on the wall

in flash of colors and

Black and white

I am nude odalisque

laid upon a chaise

eyeing eyes that search

I am caterpillar

inching toward the chrysalis

eating green as nurturance

I am ritual, dance

movement in 40 parts

spinning out a question mark

I am poetry in lines

scribed in foreign script

spoken accents, nondescript

I am woman-to-be

a man hung in doubt

where vaginas open as caves

I am persona salad

of van Gogh, Ifo, Pompeii, Egypt, too

Rivera, Lawrence and plastic's speak

I am more than all I know

an iota of what I know

a myst'ry verse of song

I am...