Mascared curtains keeping inThe depth of kohled dark secrets What mysteries do they carry Leaving me spell bound Like the spaces between the collar bones Holding tightly the softness And the confidence of womanhood
Or it is the goosebumps Left by the kiss of cold breeze At the nape of neck And the dusk brushing off its golden shades In the middle of breasts
Or maybe it’s the freckles Between the shoulder blades The way bones curve Like a sharp bow Below the navel
The parting of lips whispering The mellifluous song of revolutionHealing the trauma of generations Carved into the bones of our kind
Maybe it’s this Or a thousand other things I still don’t know what it is What it is about women that I love