It’s in the way the
Sunlight
Catches in her eyes
In the quiet patience
Of her hips
The curl of her lip
It’s in the grace and economy of her
Movements
Fluid and lyrical
In catching the
Falling
Bolstering the
Trembling
Embracing the
Without
It’s the delicate flesh
Revered
Worshiped
That can be made to
Stand
Fragile
But in furious
Defense
And the violation of it
Becomes
Twice-fold
Because
The body of a woman
The pleasure-seeker
Give and receiver
Bends and stretches in
Ecstasy as it does in
Constancy as it does in
Protection as it does in
Cooperation as it does in
Leadership
Her softness flows as a stream
Yet dashes rocks below
Nourishing
And
Ravaging
In every step and
Breath
We are yesterday
Today and
Tomorrow