This Woman's Power
Blue rivulets of vein on the inside of her wrist,
That shallow valley between her hip
And the bottom of her belly,
The inside of her knee
Where her calf met her thigh,
I remember this girl.
Like the fury of a thousand suns
I remember her.
This woman’s power
To point a finger, or wave a hand,
Disintegrate a life,
Or plot the course of futures.
A simple “yes” or “no”
To open the gates of paradise
Or expel you to the cavernous blackness
Of endless empty space
In place
Of where she stood.
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