Leather Femme Magic
Allison Armstrong
​mixing together we break the rules of what bodies get to move
Clementine Morrigan (" Femmes in Motion ")
Leather is a glamoury a magic of skin on skin a well-worn armour I carry in the street broad shouldered Long strides eating up the sidewalk like feet this big come with an appetite Reminding myself I get to move
however where ever I want Under this coat my thighs brush silk and solid smeared with rose oil perfume spelling out worthy No question of what bodies
like ours crave Femme hunger so familiar its cliche the way we occupy our bodies in fits and starts learn to take up every inch of space we ' re supposed to stay invisible