...7 Eccles Street

Yes love lovers frigging sex the smell of a man
thats all anyone ever supposes I think about 
dresses perfume flesh roses men getting up under 
my petticoats and giving kisses 
long and hot down to my soul and forget that like
other women I am sensitive can cry
yet you see I know more than most because of the word
because I read and have not only a soul but
grey matter too like the men 
o rocks I may not know metempsychosis still with Calypso 
barelolling above my brass bed I know winedark seas
have my own copy of Lord Byrons poems 
as well as three pairs of gloves 
lying here Ive read Wilkie Collins Moonstone 
Rabelais East Lynne almost any book as long as it 
hasnt a Molly in it
and bytheby have a passing acquaintance with Jane
Emma Tess Anna and some of their sisters
even if theyre all afraid to say what I say except 
maybe Dame Alys of Bath for she like me is
yes earthy honest and somewhat taken with a bit of lace
a nice sort of brooch or young loins 
and would know how to act when a man wanted to
milk her sweet and thick into his tea
but come from another time she hasnt had to listen to
bumgut filthyminded Dr Freud seen him kick up 
a row trying to find out what it is women want 
though he never asked me
yes of course I could have told him yes
for with my life and reading and knowing 
women are sisters under their skins 
this answers simple like the nose on his face and it is 
power yes power we want
then people would be a fat lot better
and youd never again see this much killing or drunkeness
so power it is in love in sex in war and you can
go all the way back if you wish to the ancient Greeks
to those sisters Fates Muses Seaside girls and the rest 
yes for they knew what they wanted as I know what I want
power but particularly the power 
men have been least willing to give us 
still with a red Andalusian rose in my hair I will possess it yes
the power of the word 
yes that’s what women want yes the word yes