A woman doesn’t wish to be noticed
She yearns more to be touched,
to be embraced tighter than her flaws restrict
her boundless desire to create
a self that seeks beauty beyond her
for in laying her eyes upon them
she may taste, chew, suckle, and eat
beauty that can become her.

A woman doesn’t want to be paraded
She yearns more to be known,
to be asked deeper than her nights recall,
to well exist as someone’s meaning,
someone’s applause
in a theater that is unforgiving.

A woman doesn’t want to undress
She yearns to be clothed in life’s vigour
that she may bare her precious soul,
its twinkle,...