The Second Sex

No matter how high i hold my head, or how stern and assertive my face, i know i am a lamb amongst the lions. (Title pays homage to de Beauvoir)

An instrument of beauty.

 

Sleek and slender curves

Wrap around themselves

Like the water hugs the shore.

 

Virgin or W***e?

 

Moving like a melody,

The song that sings itself.

Oh how lovely the lesson

That the young lady learns

When she first learns of herself.

 

The world plucks her chords.

She does not break the silence

Of her own accord,

She is fingered and fondled

Like an old spanish guitar.

 

If life were an art,

Like photography,

She would still be the muse

That dances across the picture

Like a melody.

 

However.

No masculine would dwell

behind the lens,

He would not breathe

Life into her.

No lung, no rib, no dividends.

No Eden.

 

Just Her.

 

Dancing to the music, her curves groove,

her lines are loose,

free to chose direction,

essence,

texture.

The determinant of perception,

Truth amidst deception,

Correction

To the caption

That, perhaps,

Has been a homonym

This whole time.

“Woman”

This Woman,

Will reinvent her kind.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Etoiles]

I love the image of this woman.
Such beauty.
Really well written.
:)

[RainQueen]

"This Woman,

Will reinvent her kind. "
Oh, I hope so...

I love this. A woman, beautiful, sensual, self-aware, and ...self-contained. We want our daughters to grow up thinking of themselves as more than "Adam's rib." At least I do.

You wove a resonant message delicately out of truly gorgeous words. Thank you~

[tekphobik]

Heh. Beavis and Butthead inside my mind had a lot to say about that.

All I'll say though is,

"I wish you would tell me how masturbating could reinvent woman."

[Ed Hart]

i'm a believer