Born of Sea Foam
Elissa Moody
Her femininity was feline in a way no nine lives could emulate,
though surely curiosity would do her in
Energy dripping with estrogen
Flower buds bloomed full bosomed
Cherry picking pick pocked chastely in broken chastity
She is woman and she need not roar, I hear her
She is woman and she need not shout, I hear her
She is woman and she need be quiet in a deafening parlor room,
Retreat to your powder room—
Freshen up
Watch how she glistens, see her dance
Each sway of her hips shout out to a godless man, he who lay in waking
Heart wrenching to even the heartless,
fools be damned.
She moves only for you, the one thanking a faceless deity for this temperate gift
Fools be damned!
Like the once exalted angel, down you plummet
Fated to an Earthly hell like all other Earthly men
stretching, reaching, yearning . . .
The future is female, she extends her palm out to me
and I take it
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