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