Poetry Pause

I’M STILL A WOMAN

 

Our conversations cover wide

An ocean of topics profound and snide

But lest you think I am remiss

We haven’t talked about a kiss

I’m still a woman.

 

 We’ve laughed and joked until we cried

About the silliness of pride

But, even then I think of eyes

Brown, beautiful so close to mine

I’m still a woman.

 

 The Bible we have discussed in length

As to the cure for powerlessness

But, in my mind I see your face

Fixated on my intent gaze.

I’m still a woman.

 

 Then we have talked of lovers past,

And hearts embroiled in a morass

But, I’m anticipating your caress

In the future, as you may guess

For, I am still a woman.

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