Woman what I love
women what I love
the waves and curves
and soft linen to disguise what lies beneath
my gaze surfs, in lines
up and down from bottom to crown
the straights too
and the curly cues
like mine
and their eyes
better than heels, jewels and disguises
guiding me in winks and smiles
I don’t need teeth and dimples
but those make me smile back
and often
even the wrinkles and drops hold me
the softness, wrapped up in a blanket
out of the shower, out of the bath, out of the water
out of the darkness
no woman no cry
not dry, not wet, but soaking
and perfect
I watch you mimic the skies
You know better than I
swaying hips alternating with lips
from a song never sung more beautifully
bare feet and painted toes on mahogany
squinting with an inquisitive look and glasses to magnify
a lens for us both to look closer
delicate hands that could pick me apart
guiding me back to a pillowed embrace and a head on a heart
wrapped up and letting the tears flow
letting hairs entangle like limbs do
and their music, with lips alternating
sweeter than the tree’s syrup and the humming nectar
a violin serenating, a guitar to pluck and a piano to push
keys back into their locks, to twist open again
fiercely independent self love,
fiercely independent to ask questions as such:
Why? How? Is it enough? Is it too much?
silence comforts the sensation by your banks
with warm water and fluid strokes
wrap me up in your blanket
like we used to do before and after and in between
I remember nine months and lights and shadows
and often times forget them too
woman what I love
eyes, hearts, an age, a shape and a cuteness that comes by rhythms and blues
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Submitted by BrendenPettingill on January 16, 2018
Modified on March 14, 2023
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