Woman, the I Am
I am the woman.
I am the only woman.
I am the one woman.
My name is Women.
I nurse nations at my breast.
Ripened bosoms set loins afire.
Life spews forth from my
parted thighs.
Astride they clamp and drain
desire.
Lips, that part as seas once
did,
Guiding the yearning with
silent voice.
Plump and moist, they quench
the arid
Voices singing their grateful
rejoice.
My blood flows red, and rich,
and warm.
Tears stream rivulets borne of
joy and sorrow.
A rib once lost, hath given no
reason to mourn
I am perfected, I will lead all
tomorrow.
Woman, is my name.
Woman, I am the one.
Woman, I am the only one.
Woman, the I am.
Copyright © Brenda Atry | Year Posted 2012
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