“Happy Women’s day. I hope that all women secretly thinks alike, and that this poem - compared to women, I compare thee, and brave womanhood, drools with the quintessence of women’s sensuality, and as well as women’s yearnings.”
That's What Women Are Big bright stars in space A large shinny crown on our head Sitting, on the highest of all chairs Adored, loved, all time long Women, always our stars rise We are, the turn on symbol The milky way, in between our legs A wild blue diamond, in space Our woumb, a curving dome Inside, that egg of yours The yolk, of this existence That soil, which welcomes your root We are, fermented sweet fruits That keep them, oh so drunk And with our mouth, we devour the space And with our teeth, we tear up the sky Women, always oh so misunderstood Afflicted, by those hormones These chemicals that burn inside Morphing us, into the women we are That's what women are Wild wide stretching skins Who cloth, this infinite body Staring down, at what's earthly Our love, is locked in our breast That we open, when love's needed Our lovely bosom, is so warm That just one night, in our arms Can instantly, melt your heart That's what, a woman is, The deep jar, of your heart The one, who waits patiently The one, who forgives everything The one, who loves abundantly. -Eiravel-