Woman

The mechanical components, the valve that pumps my heart The reactive nerve endings that serve a sensory stimulus The tear ducts that latently only lend lubrication The silly little practical necessary body bits, pieces and parts I yawn & it reminds me… I should probably inhale & exhale I smile because it is simply facial muscles that need exercise I do mechanical muscle management to strengthen & maximise Biomechanical body’s like mine don’t simply go frail.. My skin surface is stimulated, & sympathetically constricts.. it must be cold? My mental function set to maintain a neutral base My muscles, skeletal system, ligaments, tendons & bony structures Encapsulated by a mechanised myofascial web, complete the outer mould Organs operate internally as a well serviced engine, its all systems go Emotions just pesky little hormone imbalances, from a time long ago Where we as woman once needed in order to reproduce Will evolution shrink our ovaries as they have outgrown their use? My tongue embraces words, my tongue the sharpened sword I trip stumble & fall and my senses heighten My pelvic floor constricts & I feel it twitch & tighten I massage the distressed muscles & release multiple rewards It’s my body, it’s my temple, my vessel my machine Not some sensitive, high strung weak inferior copy of a male It is supple, soft and silky to the touch, all curves & contours It’s my body, it’s my temple, my vessel my machine……