Thursday, March 29, 2018

Ode to woman

And this, I want you to

you, dark creature are one
who bleeds with the moon
a cosmic creation borne from
the rib of man

and you are magnificent

with your rolling thighs
and hips that move
like the ocean
a mouth that speaks too
shameless but tender

wanton and generous
a divine fruit, no less

yearning, full of want
a love they would die for