FOR HER

Tales of feminine flight

Of sitting on window sills

Dreaming on stars daring ourselves

To leap.

Of first kisses lingering on quivering lips

Of training bras and new discoveries

The arrival of scarlet acquaintances

Inducting us into the secret society

Of womanhood.

Of stiletto heels on concrete clouds

And sculpted eyebrows that boast colorful eye shadows

That dare not bring to light

The wasted tears for her lost love.

For swaying hips

That induce mischief

And secret fragrances that they personify

As her.

They taste not the clandestine flavors

Of her intellect.

Nor the uprooted strength

Glowing lightly in her soft eyes

That secretly scream

I am woman.