It’s a woman’s world

We’ve had a taste of it, the after-work apéro’s, the social net-works, the workaholics, the working-mom’s, the works. We are the smart shopper, the nobel mistress, the widowed shareholder, the start-up entrepreneur’s motivation, and we know our bodies better than our 20-year lasting spouse.

In dance we follow, but allow our eyes to sparkle when the turns come real to our dearest dreams. The dinner we rosily lip with lover’s delight, in tune to softly spoken words of truth. Sensual pleasures enlighten our virgin visage and keep secret to ourselves, lest the world take part. A woman is a child, as a man is a boy. I love both and cherish the day Pope Mary gives flowers to the girl next in line.

“Die Geburt gefolgt der Tod” – it may sound in one spoken tongue, the birth and re-birth is a feminine act, as death do us part an established predicament. The energy compounds and dwindles and flows and re-catches and gathers to joy before exploding its slim passage to solemn waters in caved glowing flesh.

Nature thinks different from man and woman seeks nature not yet realizing its powers to merge substance to substance formerly me. Death be present before I live now, treating seriously the challenge the woman I am.