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See the woman. See the face behind its age. See the beauty of her form. See the way her way becomes her. See past her once taught skin, as it was when it enflamed many a man. See the way she holds her head; the tilt of her neck, the ease of her being. See the strength that binds her jaw, unrelenting in its flex. See her hurt displayed, as shadows fall like night upon the earth, eager for rest and resolution - retribution, for the one she could not save. See her darkness. See it very well. See it shatter like glass, glinting, when she giggles like a girl. See her shine. As the shades of dark days rise, See the years that grace her eyes, like rays of her own sun exponentially shining forth. See forgiveness in her patient hands as they weave memories with a touch. See the breadth of her breasts, unapologetic, for they have quenched her children’s hunger, soothed their frantic cries, and became the safe haven for her beloved. See her empty, scarred abdomen – round and perfect in its imperfections, once holding the essence of all things; carrying creation within – see the divine home of God. See the innocent baby, the impetuous youth, the voluptuous woman, the devoted wife, the selfless mother. See the wisdom of the grandmother – the epitome of every moment lived for someone else, and the realization of the circle. Hear the acceptance in her sigh. See the gifts she has given – see the woman! See the goddess! The beginning and the end! See the infinite that bares the name, Woman! See her for all that she is and isn’t. Smell her scent and know you are home. Taste the strength of her words on your tongue. Hear her experiences like your own. To touch her soul is to touch perpetuity! See her face in your mirror. See the tears that fall proudly upon the woman you’ve become, and hope yet to become in time; when you have lived through all that has been set before you – tasted each woman’s tears as if they were your own. When you enter that perfect union, timeless ancestry; when you become, when you come full circle; you will see yourself in all things, and your journey, will see you back home. *Reposted for Chris's Get Your Rebel On, Contest! This was written with my Beautiful Grandmother in mind. She saved my life in more ways than one. love you, Gran. This one's for you. (and every woman, and woman lover, here)

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The Woman

See the woman. See the face behind its age. See the beauty of her form. See the way her way becomes her. See past her once taught skin, as it was when it enflamed many a man. See the way she holds her head; the tilt of her neck, the ease of her being. See the strength that binds her jaw, unrelenting in its flex. See her hurt displayed, as shadows fall like night upon the earth, eager for rest and resolution - retribution, for the one she could not save. See her darkness. See it very well. See it shatter like glass, glinting, when she giggles like a girl. See her shine. As the shades of dark days rise, See the years that grace her eyes, like rays of her own sun exponentially shining forth. See forgiveness in her patient hands as they weave memories with a touch. See the breadth of her breasts, unapologetic, for they have quenched her children’s hunger, soothed their frantic cries, and became the safe haven for her beloved. See her empty, scarred abdomen – round and perfect in its imperfections, once holding the essence of all things; carrying creation within – see the divine home of God. See the innocent baby, the impetuous youth, the voluptuous woman, the devoted wife, the selfless mother. See the wisdom of the grandmother – the epitome of every moment lived for someone else, and the realization of the circle. Hear the acceptance in her sigh. See the gifts she has given – see the woman! See the goddess! The beginning and the end! See the infinite that bares the name, Woman! See her for all that she is and isn’t. Smell her scent and know you are home. Taste the strength of her words on your tongue. Hear her experiences like your own. To touch her soul is to touch perpetuity! See her face in your mirror. See the tears that fall proudly upon the woman you’ve become, and hope yet to become in time; when you have lived through all that has been set before you – tasted each woman’s tears as if they were your own. When you enter that perfect union, timeless ancestry; when you become, when you come full circle; you will see yourself in all things, and your journey, will see you back home. *Reposted for Chris's Get Your Rebel On, Contest! This was written with my Beautiful Grandmother in mind. She saved my life in more ways than one. love you, Gran. This one's for you. (and every woman, and woman lover, here)