Me the Feminine
Gents rushing to open doors
Lipstick on my coffee cup
View diamond shod ear in the rear view mirror
Amiga saying “Don’t ya know it Girlfriend! ”
Crossing leg, and the swaying of an impatient ankle
Touch of my slip on my dresses interior
Face decorated with pink blush rouge
A deep voices saying yes ma’am or hello lady
Spotting toes adorned with million dollar red as I slip into bed
French nails that have never been to France
“May I buy you a drink? ”
Heels clicking while I dance
His hand on and the curve of my back
Four lighters spontaneously appear when I ask for a cigarette
hair to twirl while I ponder a great thought
A pink skin on my laptop
Feminine is a sentiment of who I am in my essence
It defines how I move through the world
How I experience give to the world
It is not something I wear or dare to fain
It is the way and truth and light of my being
Without feminine I could not be me
Sandra Dodd
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/me-the-feminine/
