Articulated….

any self righteous bitch with a vagina
can call herself a woman  
 
but the essence of woman is
more than the acceptance of all things
more than a wet splash of decadence  
more than man thinks he can control  
 
woman is soft silk and curves  
containing the muse of mankind  
more offered as you pull back layers  
chasing dreams and love
 
femininity  requires no definition  
but if someone was to hold a knife to my throat  
demand i define it  
 
I would paint a picture  
of night time reveries  
that hold the bleeding darkness of man at bay  
sex, wants, needs  
screaming rage at the oceans edge  
 
demurely swinging panties from her index finger  
teasing  
 
she is Medusa  
and Aphrodite  
nature and creation scribed  
in the v of her pubis, the curves of her body  
stone cold destruction under a wrath filled gaze  
 
she the subject  
is splattered in paint  
covered in words  
an opaque mirror  
to reflect tears  
passion and dreams mapped out  
in the contours of depth and shadow  
understanding and compassion cloaked  
in lust and decadence  
 
were I to define femininity  
caring  
nurturing  
playful  
 
wrath  
rage  
lust  
 
 
in the bulge of my sex  
straining to delve into  
a nightmare  
a fantasy  
to paint in fluids  
the idea of  
woman  
 
I would draw  
a picture of you