Hot Breath? Not on her!
In the blossom of her love
And the shine of her unwavering trust
Take your gravelly breathe away from her!
Like the soaring kite
Must her space be given
To breed her thoughts to life
Do not be the thorn that pricks her
When she seeks growth
Do not be the spear that
Splits her on the higher quest
The woman’s blossom
Will your heart delight.
The woman’s blossom is your pride!
Notes: (This is a desire to celebrate “THE WOMAN” my own way; a week long of women-inspired poetry.)