The Forgotten Sense/Poem To My Yoni



You have forgotten me

shut me out

put up yellow tape,


“No trespassing,”

“Do not enter.”


Entangled vines

high frequency cries

from unknown creatures

dwelling inside.

An eco-system pulsing and untouched.


I spread my legs wide

and peer inside

and gasp at the

light within me.

 Pearly walls

butterfly wings

lotus lips.

A rabbit hole leading somewhere

I can imagine in my mind,





I was born with you

and I will die with you.

Whole cultures rally shame

around your very existence.

But you are simply

just another part of me,

like a finger

a tongue

an eye.

Tools I would never consider disregarding,

so why do I disregard you?


If I can touch

and taste

and see,

why should I deny

that which is my life-force,

my birthright?


The forgotten sense,

That’s what you are.

A sense I know only

the barest surface of.


Slowly, I remove the tape.



April Aronoff