Filled With White Doves

To know that feeling; of a hand being held To having that sensation, quite like – love Loving the one you’re with Where the feelings of a woman are just the same, as A heart responds to a kiss, to touch, as much Woman to woman, as With any man to man For butterflies fly indiscriminately, yet without discrimination Then Along comes love in a wave of sweeping human emotions and Suddenly the air is filled with white doves The joy of flight in fancy, no matter what Nothing else matters Just fingers entwined about the hand of a girl, A woman like you or me, lost In exasperation Locked in a stigma, where the key is in your pocket For a woman is just a woman, when she is a woman Who love’s Audaciously, together holding hands as lovers But dare open the closet and thee will see, that a Girl is just a girl, in The eyes of a woman, and A woman is just a woman, in The eyes of a girl Each walks through life Holding that feeling in the hands of each other, fending off Homophobia in a social miasma Where brothers will always be brothers And mothers will always accept - Our love and more, as sisters unite side by side, Watching the skies forever, Fill with white doves Justin Bordner’s Poetry Contest – When a Woman is Just a Woman 4 June 2015