To Herself Alone
The enigma of a woman rests
in what you’ll never know
Despite those things she gives to you,
her secrets bide unshorn
Your eyes may taste and hands might touch,
but to herself alone
Her power worn as though a crown,
—her mystery, her throne
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2017
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